Where does one begin when the world is burning in every sense? Perhaps here. Most words and gestures feel laughably inadequate. Action, less so, but we’re continuing to shelter in place, so I haven’t joined those rightfully taking their rage to the streets. I realize that privilege underwrites this decision, just as it has so many other aspects of my life detailed in this blog: my ability to work from home, the fact that I have a home and stable employment, my access to healthcare when I fell ill, the very breath that fills my lungs and has not been taken prematurely. It has never been more clear that these things are–and ought to be–basic human rights, not privileges. So that is what this ballot will reflect.
Well, then 