Victory is a measure of how the many care.

Ah, America.  Our election came and went, and I just barely evaded a full fledged panic attack.  Not as good as I’d hoped, nor as bad as I’d feared.  I am sorry and disappointed that we the people seem so predictably split by “party,” while the very wealthy merrily and largely unchecked go about despoiling…

The heart is attuned,where so ever our hands are cast.

I cannot help but cast my wondering psyche forward to a week from now, and weigh the oddly similar possibilities of crushing despair or overwhelming pride.  Irredeemable, or redeemed.  Undeniable weight. This election marks a deep, profound reckoning.  People in America: shall we together give ourselves a chance to mend the wrongs and heal the…