Day 11
*I’m writing for at least ten minutes a day for 120 days*
My 80-year-old mother is at a #NoKings rally, in the Colorado sun and the 90-degree heat. She’s a tiny badass.
I just drove around my town dropping off packs of cold bottled water at protests. The heat out there is brutal and there were so many people out. A few small groups of two or three on street corners, but also two groups of a few hundred. People are honking and waving and the world feels a tiny bit less terrifying and lonely.
My son turns 12 today.
It’s always a really hard day. We both almost died the day he was born and my body never lets me forget it. Birthdays are complicated for me anyway, due to childhood shit so today is…
Today is a LOT.
The news out of Minnesota is horrifying.
The state of the country and our influence on the world remain disastrous.
My own personal shit is heavy AF. Again. Still. Whatever.
I have no analysis. I have no point today. This is me following through on my commitment without anything really to say.
I’m an exposed nerve, alternately numb and overwhelmed.
The sun here in CO was so intense on Saturday. I gave myself a little headache from the heat and the hollering. I hope your tiny badass mother got plenty of water and had fun, too!