I am loath to admit it but—I've grown numb. It's been over 7 months since the election and the initial tsunami of disbelief, horror, fear and sadness has faded. It seems I've moved through the five stages of grief and landed at a glassy-eyed gauze of resignation, if not...

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...