A few weeks ago, I sat on the edge of my bed, despondent.
I sat in pain and bereft.
Hurt by this election.
Hurt by this rhetoric.
Hurt by all the words being tossed around that have broken my heart and the hearts of many women, many people, for so many days over the past months.
And I started writing. Because that is what I know to do, when the pain of the world weighs so heavily on my shoulders that I near crumble underneath it.
Here is the outcome of that moment, thanks to dear friends, the inspired artistry of Annie of Awake Storytelling, and one early morning spent in the Berkeley hills.
Watch, share, speak, and most importantly, let’s keep our country moving forward, not backward.