The Day After

Love Still WinsI cried myself to sleep last night, devastated by the knowledge that by morning, Trump would be our president-elect. Sure enough, he is.

What do we tell the boys? I asked my husband. Trump is nothing but hate – for women, minorities, and immigrants and he’s a bully.

Do we live in an echo chamber? Is that how we missed the real possibility of his electoral college win? Late yesterday afternoon, my Facebook and Twitter feeds were filled with hope but as the evening progressed, we were all shocked and horrified as the election results came in.

I don’t know what to do today except mourn for my country and figure out what I personally can do to make sure my family and friends who have been targeted by the Trump hate rhetoric know that they are loved and are welcome in this country.

Thanks for reading Day 9 of NaBloPoMo! NaBloPoMo November 2016

Read other NaBloPoMo posts here:
Day 8: The Sun Also Rises
Day 7: Election Day
Day 6: Daddy’s Boys
Day 5: I’ll Just Leave This Here
Day 4: 2016 Book Lovers’ Gift Guide
Day 3: Once Upon a Hong Kong Winter
Day 2: Parenting Hacks
Day 1: Created Equal 

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