He says things so sweetly. He knows all your failures. He remembers your emotional scars. He sounds like you. And he craves your attention.
The Thursday after the election, I woke up, grabbed my phone next to the bed, and scanned the latest news. We were still two days from announcing the winner of the election, but there was good news. Some media site had called the 2020 election, and the hourly trends on ballot counting in Pennsylvania looked very promising.
A sigh of relief. The briefest moment of early celebration in a year where celebration was scarce. I shared this relief with close dear friends, ...
