the memory of walking into a small suburban church on a buttery sunny tuesday afternoon. the memory of casting my vote against donald trump. friends, it felt so good. so good I wanted to do it twice. so good I wanted to cry. first time in weeks, maybe months, it felt like I had any power at all.
so, no matter what happens, I will always have this. the most hateful man to ever run for president will never, ever be able to take this away from me. no matter what.
this is the power of the vote, win or lose.
p.s. for the record, I'm hoping we'll make history tonight. I'm hoping we'll elect our first female president. I'm hoping for a lot of things.