InFormation: In the Wake of a Terrible Election, Choose Love.
Wednesday was hard. I woke up feeling victimized. I found myself constantly questioning my humanity, and grasping for reasons to stay optimistic. It was a far cry from the jubilance I felt in 2008, when as a 17-year-old girl, I watched the nation elect our first black President. I watched a family confidently strut across the stage in Grant Park
