Maintaining a glass-is-half-full mentality is tough these days. An unstable, narcissistic bully with the worldview of a second grader is running the show and I’m writing a blog called Chronicle of Joy. Give me a frickin’ break. I’m even annoying myself. But, here’s the thing: I...
Feeling powerless sucks. That's how I felt in the wake of the election. Helpless, impotent, victimized. Cast aside and silenced. With news of the Women’s March on Washington, the fog began to lift. There was something I could do—yank off the muzzle and kick some ass. A cross-country flight and January in...
Turns out, I’m a patriot. I had no idea. Fourteen days ago, Donald Trump became my president and the depth of my anguish has surprised me. I wake up to a fog of dread and fall asleep spent from worry. Things that used to matter—like the book...