Wednesday, November 9, 2016


4:47AM and I lie awake. The two dogs next to me are deep asleep. Their limbs akimbo, their breathing steady. They are the picture of ease and I am overwhelmed. Everything has gone into safe mode. I don’t feel anything. I don’t feel tired, or hungry, or drunk, or scared. I don’t feel guilty, or privileged, or victimized, or sad. Right now there is only shock and I am as electrified as I am numb. My mind is reeling inside a coma patient. The election results have swallowed everything, like distance.

That’s phrase comes into my head and I grab my beaten copy of Pablo Neruda’s Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. I am well aware how horrifically pretentious that sounds, but it’s the only book of poetry I ever bought. It is ten years old, chewed on by dogs, thrown in countless moving boxes across America, and somehow made it to this nightstand in upstate New York. I pick it up.

It feels familiar and dishonest in my hands. I bought it to impress a guy right after college. A guy in the “real world” of desk jobs and 401k plans. I don’t think I wanted him as much as I wanted to intellectually excite him. I never read any of the love poems, anyway. I’ve always been more of the Despair Type. Love is private and vulgar. By its nature it is special because it is exclusionary; a reliquary for lucky assholes. But despair is something all of us can get behind. It’s for the masses. Come and get it.

You swallowed everything, like distance.

I reread that line for the jillionth time. It’s probably my favorite thing a human has ever written. Whatever that says about me, I’ll own it, but in bed I read The Song of Despair as if it was about America. About the country I thought we were. I read it as if the relationship was the election, as if the excitement and flirtation was the hope.

Oh the mad coupling of hope and force

Hope and Force I knew intimately. I quit the 401k Desk Job Life four years ago to run this farm. I did it on impulse, thinking that was romantic or heroic. I should have planned better. You need money to run a farm and keep a house from falling apart. A lot of money and the most money I ever had to my name couldn’t buy me a gently pre-owned Volkswagen. But I’m still here. I figured out how to scrap up a living from raising livestock, freelance design, fiddle lessons, and the occasional book deal. The farm’s lights haven’t been shut off yet nor has it ever been foreclosed. (There have been threats of both.) I’m always broke. I’m never bored. I am usually happy.

I created this life as a single woman. I built this blog and community over a decade as a single woman. I published all my books as a single woman. I bought my house and my vehicles as a single woman. I learned to hunt, cook, and grow vegetables as a single woman. I earned my black belt as a single woman. I learned to shoot a bow, become a goddamn falconer, and ride a draft horse as a single woman. Yes, there was community, friends, teachers and neighbors - but I became the woman I am today without spouse, boyfriend, girlfriend, or family. And I was certain yesterday morning I was voting for the first female president of the United States as a single woman. God forbid I’m proud about any of that. I am constantly told how selfish I am for doing any of this while not being someone's wife or mother. Accomplishments you don't share are unbecoming.

the hard cold hour in which the night fastens to all the timetables

My friends left around midnight. There was no point in staying up and we had reverted to our phones and tablets. This was supposed to be a celebration. They arrived with bottles of wine and bourbon and we hugged and whooped up at the stars, but as the numbers came in our diaphragms disintegrated. Our hearts and lungs sank into dread and the weight of that turned our party into a wake. You don’t want to raise a glass when it’s still your ceiling. The numbness came on when I saw them drive away down the road towards their home just over the state line in Vermont. The consolation our states were blue, wasn’t.

Sadness stunned you

There is just the rising chest of a border collie and the rain I can hear falling outside the open window. Occasionally I hear gunshots. I assume they are celebratory and I try to imagine what they are celebrating? My whole life felt like it was proof positive women could accomplish anything these days. That even the most unreasonable dream can be grasped if you’re stubborn and dedicated enough to claw uphill for it. I am an idiot 90% of the time and I managed this fantasy. Surely someone as smart and qualified as Mrs. Clinton could handle the tweets of a sloppy Hotelier.

But she didn’t. Not because she couldn't, but because she wasn't allowed. And I don’t feel proud, or scrappy, or capable anymore. Not on this unimaginable morning. I feel like someone turned the houselights on in the play I was in the middle of acting. And in the audience all I can see are so many angry people that do not want me on stage. How dare I even stand up there. Who do I think I am? 

It is 4:54AM. Even sleep feels selfish now.


Blogger Unknown said...

You are not alone, Jenna. I was awake too, listening to my dogs sleep, scared like I haven't been since 9/11 when the world was upside-down. Keep on going. Keep on shining that light on your story so that we can all keep watching and emulating.

Hard to know what to do with this feeling of shame in being American today.

November 9, 2016 at 2:37 PM  
Blogger Matt_Middleton said...

If his election has proven anything, it's that selfish is long as you're a white cis male, and I say that as someone who belongs to that group. Everyone else is expected to give until they bleed, figuratively and/or literally.

Please, keep doing what you're doing. You're an example of bravery I can show my daughter, and we need that now more than ever.

November 9, 2016 at 2:45 PM  
Blogger Maria said...

Oh Jenna, I'm sorry. I'm over on the other side of the ocean in the UK and I woke up this morning, checked the news, and was struck dumb/incredulous. It was like a groundhog day of my reaction to our vote for Brexit earlier in the year!
So much that I don't understand. I came to check on your blog to see what you made of it, which is as I expected really.

As Lisa said, don't give up hope. If nothing else know you have inspired myself and others to believe that Yes, we can do it, and we can do it alone, as women, if, as you so elegantly put it, we want it enough. Stay strong.

November 9, 2016 at 2:51 PM  
Blogger Margaret said...

Good post today. I think most of us were awake most of the night.

November 9, 2016 at 2:54 PM  
Blogger Christina S said...

Ahh, politics!! I do not feel ashamed. I prayed, even though I am not 100% sure that I am a believer, I prayed that no matter who I voted for that the right person would be elected. I do not think that anyone should feel shamed for the president that we elected. Everything happens for a reason, and I am both excited and a little scared for some change in this country.

I respect independent women, but at the sMe time I sort of wish that we were back in the 1950's where women were house wives and raised children...I do not have any children, and I am not a house wife, but I would like to do both ;)! I am one of the most independent women that I know, besides you Jenna! I voted for Trump. We all have our reasons and I think he could do a good job, and possibly make some changes, hopefully good :).

i hope I didn't offend anyone, I was just trying to look at it from the other side ;)

Signing out,

Christina Saunders
Sandy Paw Farm
Mears Michigan
According to the press I am Rural-uneducated (Even though my spelling and grammar may not show it I do have a 4 year degree).

November 9, 2016 at 3:01 PM  
Blogger Tampopo Press said...

Take comfort in the fact that Hillary won the popular vote, and we're a bunch of tough, aspirational, big-hearted folks. You keep on scrappin'.

November 9, 2016 at 3:16 PM  
Blogger FrankieSullivan said...

I was also awake at 4am in Canada, envious of my dogs sleeping blissfully, unaware of the horrible turn of events. I too felt like everything we've been told we can do, is out of reach. Driving to work, the one thought running through my head was, "I give up." I cannot compete with the old boys' club...the racist, misogynistic, sexist, bullies that win, time and again.

And then a line came back to me, of an elderly Geraldine Page - from The Pope of Greenwich Village. Where she glares up through a cloud of cigarette smoke at a couple of bullying, obnoxious white cops and says, "My Walter was as tough as a bar of iron. And HE DIDN'T GET IT FROM HIS FATHER." And my rage flowed through me again. It won't be easy, it won't be pretty, heck it might not even be successful - but I will continue to fight. Like all the great female scrappers before me.

November 9, 2016 at 3:34 PM  
Blogger damnyankee said...

I find it hard to believe that a billionaire has the interest of the working middle class at heart. That he will bring "manufacturing" jobs back to America. Considering all the manufacturing of his clothing takes place in China. I am appalled that women voted for a man that "can grab her pussy" anytime he wants because he's rich. Or he can enter a dressing room full of naked teenage girls at a beauty pageant because he owns it or that he has no regard or respect for the disabled in America. That women are dogs, pigs, fat, lazy and here solely for his entertainment. I'm worried about my 6 year old granddaughter and what kind of effect his presidency will have on her and her life. I am worried that the damage control President Obama has done in the last 8 years was for want. The rest of the world is watching and listening to the people in this country and they voted for a fucking reality show host...

November 9, 2016 at 3:39 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

I saw your request that anyone who didn't vote for Hillary should never visit your blog again. I have followed you since you lived in Idaho, bought all your books, even sent you money from time to time. I could not vote for Hillary because she conspired to steal the nomination from Bernie Sanders who would have easily beaten Donald Trump and so I could not trust her judgment as President. I voted for Jill Stein as did many of Bernie's supporters.

I read your blog first thing every morning, but will honor your request and never return.

Mary Clinton

November 9, 2016 at 3:54 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I too was up almost all night. I did not vote for Donald Trump, but honestly, why is everyone so dramatic about him winning. They act like they're truly terrified. They act like the world is ending, or we're being attacked. This isn't 9/11...I remember 9/11. This is NOT that. I pray he puts good people around him and succeeds. I did two tours (Afghanistan/Iraq). I would do it again. This country will be ok. We have fantastic leadership that is not the president. Great post, Jenna. Very well written.

November 9, 2016 at 3:59 PM  
Blogger Jenna Woginrich said...

Mary I absolutely didn't say that. What I posted was if you voted third party, please remove yourself from my Facebook feed. Because I didn't want to read people's posts over the next 4 years about how they didn't vote for Trump or Hilary.

I wrote that last because I was horrified at what those votes did in the swing states.

I didn't say if you don't agree with me leave me alone.

231,556,622 eligible voters

46.9% didn't vote
25.6% voted for Clinton
25.5% voted for Trump
1.7% voted for Johnson

November 9, 2016 at 4:00 PM  
Blogger Chris Fenwick said...

Sleep is not for those whose foundations have crumbled. Even as the sun comes up there is only darkness. Maybe tomorrow I will find a way to be with this. Today I mourn from my core as all thinking slows down and simple things become difficult.

We thought we lived elsewhere, but instead we are here.

You are not alone, we are not alone. We collectively mourn this day as our love of country and progress is laid to rest.

Chris Fenwick
Homewood Farm in bloody red PA.

November 9, 2016 at 4:02 PM  
Blogger Jenna Woginrich said...

Andi - because of Roe, because of gay and trans rights, because of the supreme court. Because a Republican majority can assign judges that directly effect my life and future to make this world a lot more like the 50's - as was seen as a nice thing from another commenter.

I am devastated by this.

November 9, 2016 at 4:03 PM  
Blogger Jenna Woginrich said...


November 9, 2016 at 4:04 PM  
Blogger Jan Dohner said...

No, I do not believe everything happens for a reason. Evil exists and must be resisted. Today I have friends and family who are terrified their marriages will be dissolved, friends of color who are simply terrified, grandchildren who have learned it is ok to be a bully and bigot and call women horrible names. People will again live in the fear my own little family knows all too well - that a pre-existing condition will exclude us from insurance and our lives will be made bankrupt by medical debt or we will be untreated. And the environment I love so much will continue to be destroyed by the greed of man.

All I can say to you and my friends and family, is that I will continue to be in your corner.

November 9, 2016 at 4:05 PM  
Blogger Diana Campbell said...

A great post, Jenna. I too did not get any sleep last night, but laid awake for hours trying to figure out why so many Americans call themselves pro-life, when they just signed millions of death warrants, including mine. There are so many people with pre-existing conditions who can only buy insurance because of the ACA. I went without insurance in 2008, after my insurance company said my $600 monthly premium was no good to them anymore since I had a dreaded "pre-existing condition" that I had failed to disclose to them. And that part is true, because during treatment of a kidney infection, I (and the insurance co.) discovered that I had the audacity to be born with only 1 kidney. I went for years with no insurance & unable to see my doctor for what I knew was a big problem developing on the top of my cancer. After the ACA was passed, I received the life saving surgery, but it has come back again, and if the ACA is abolished (as Trump & McConnell both promised to do today), I will have no insurance & no way to pay for the treatment (even if I could find a doc who would accept only cash). I am doomed, as are many others. What a sad & disturbing predicament to live through.

November 9, 2016 at 4:06 PM  
Blogger Jessica said...

I want the right words. I don't have them. Women like you are more important now than before the campaign. I hope you remember that there are little girls (and grown women) inspired by your scrappy success. Women inspired enough to follow their own dreams and achieve them. You have done great things based on YOUR grit, not anyone else's.

Today sucks. It completely sucks. But we are the same as we were yesterday. Please forgive the lack of cohesion here... just hoping to send support through exhaustion.

November 9, 2016 at 4:15 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

My family's mixed race with a few recent non-white immigrants. Me and most of my friends are some sort of ill fitting square peg in round hole America. Due to the rise of the alt-right and the re-emergence of the armed and racist far right, I'm really worried about things like basic safety right now.

I was a child of the 80's. I know what happened to gay kids back then. I have friends that are dead because of what happened to gay kids back then. I'm afraid we're going back to that.

November 9, 2016 at 4:15 PM  
Blogger DarcC said...

Waking up this morning was devastating on so many levels. All day I have been struggling with the age-old bone-deep dilemma, fight or flight? I write this by the side of a dog whelping a pup, she is fighting an even more primal battle than I. Your eloquence just knifed right to the heart of it. Women are life, yet somehow we are always left afraid for ours. I'm so fucking tired of it. I can't even find a point to bring this comment to. If a man tries to grab my pussy, if someone tries to harm my friends and family, they'll never find him at the bottom of my manure pile.

November 9, 2016 at 4:24 PM  
Blogger Jenna Woginrich said...

Hy guess what?! If you are coming here to shit on Hillary, I'm not publishing it. (so far just one person did this) This was a post about my feelings. I am not arguing with anyone about my feelings.

November 9, 2016 at 4:29 PM  
Blogger Jenna Woginrich said...

I'm a writer damnit I agree FOR feelings

November 9, 2016 at 4:29 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Beautiful post Jenna. You said it all.

November 9, 2016 at 5:07 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I have to say I read your morning post the same as Mary, but chose to ignore it. The same way I have ignored all political posts from both sides of the line this entire campaign.
I awoke hopeful and remain that way. If I don't like what happens in the government, in the politics, in the world at either at large or in general then:

I WILL be the change I desire to see in the world.

I will support my friends, defend their beliefs and way of life, and I will continue to vote from my heart.
I cannot be defined by a political color, I am a human, nothing more and nothing less.

November 9, 2016 at 5:09 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Just the same as a democrat can do to someone elses lives and tose people will feel like their values and beliefs are being destroyed. Its all comes down toones perspective and all we can do now is try to work together as a country like we always should have been and have not done in a long time

November 9, 2016 at 5:18 PM  
Blogger Pamela said...

This has been one hard, long 24 hours and counting. Sleepless in the middle of nowhere New Mexico. There is not enough tequila on the planet. But the goats and chickens got fed and one hell of a pile of wood got split. There is a lot to be said for a good visual while swinging a ax.

November 9, 2016 at 5:33 PM  
Blogger Jenna Woginrich said...

My favorite thing about this post now is hearing from people who haven't commented in a while. So glad you guys are staying in touch.

November 9, 2016 at 5:38 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I agree with Mary, and also followed you for a long time and was looking forward to Birchthorn. But I also left your facebook feed. If you blame me and can't respect my right to vote for who I want, it saddens me. I am disappointed in your reaction.

November 9, 2016 at 5:39 PM  
Blogger Why's woman said...

Dear Jenna,
Thank you for posting how YOU feel. I cannot say much that is uplifting today ... numb as I feel in my own self (and I'm up in Canada!) Hillary Clinton's post election speech is real, and reassuring, and carefully crafted to get us all through and continue to work on the good things we choose. (Make no mistake, when I use the term "carefully crafted" I mean that in the best way; I know the importance of words and know that Casteneda's advice to be patient, ruthless, sweet, and cunning has much merit.) There are divisions in mindsets, that's for sure. I work in environment-related things. I'm reminded that I need to find more ways to begin the conversations where the other person is. This evening I'm going to hear Maude Barlow, head of the Council of Canadians, talk about water issues ... and very likely the U.S. election. You understand community ... your whole blog is about that, as much as it is about your abilities and independence (which are many/much). Deep breaths, good woman! We'll get through. Very kind regards! Maureen

November 9, 2016 at 6:32 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Jenna, this post resonates totally with what I feel right now, to a t. I feel this is the most honest thing you've ever written, the best thing you've posted on this blog. I am so sad, and you have just described perfectly what I am feeling right now. Thank you, and may God have mercy on this country.

November 9, 2016 at 6:34 PM  
Blogger Megan Helwin said...

Great post. Thank you.

November 9, 2016 at 6:37 PM  
Blogger Sharon said...

Jenna, Sooner or later all of us find ourselves wanting our person to win...and then it doesn't happen. The action of voting your personal choice is an freedom that we all have in this great nation. Take heart, I think that you may have a better life in the long run. I voted for Trump, and I think that he has much to offer our nation.

November 9, 2016 at 6:48 PM  
Blogger Sprite said...

You hit the nail on the head. First of many sleepless nights across this nation, for certain.

November 9, 2016 at 7:10 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

You are def entitled to your own opinion. I am sorry you feel devastation, that is truly a horrible feeling. I hope the coming days and weeks bring you peace.

November 9, 2016 at 8:13 PM  
Blogger Renee M. said...

Meanwhile, I went to bed so relieved Hillary Clinton would not be taking over the reins of this country. Will Trump be a better choice? I don't know, but I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Time will tell, but I'm hopeful because we've elected corrupt, lying, ineffective, career politicians for decades now from both parties. It hasn't gone well for America. Let's see if something -- someone -- completely different will give us a different result. Don't despair Jenna. Be hopeful. I know I am.

November 9, 2016 at 8:18 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

I've read your blog for a long time but never commented,but I live about 45 minutes from you and your posts make me feel closer to this region and to the land and I appreciate that. I'm commenting now to say thank you for putting into words everything I've been feeling for the past 24 hours. This is one of the best posts you've written and it's sad that it had to be the result of one of the darkest times in our nation's recent history. I still don't know where we go from here.

November 9, 2016 at 8:53 PM  
Blogger PeachyPris said...

I do not wish for a return to the 1950s. I am a mother of 4, and it is thankless and mind-numbing. I love my kids, but they do not define me. I'm also not thrilled with the idea that I should stay home with them because as a woman, I shouldn't hope for or expect better for myself, or as if my sole purpose for being. I also don't think that as a woman, my sole value as a person happens to come from a functional reproductive system, and not for my thoughts or how hard I work.

November 9, 2016 at 10:23 PM  
Blogger PeachyPris said...

I find that most of the Trump supporters are white. So while their privilege protects them from the worst of a Trump presidency, independent women, people of color, LGBT, the poor, and non-Christians are scared and more vulnerable. When I hear people happy about Trumo, I say to myself, "Gee, must be nice to be white."

November 9, 2016 at 10:32 PM  
Blogger Pauline said...

This is the best thing you've ever written. It resonates with the huge percentage of US women who thought we'd be represented on the world stage by a capable, aggressive, smart, controlled female--and now feel betrayed by other women who chose....HIM!!!??? A public and humiliating betrayal by our own gender. We knew classless white old men were going to vote for a white old perv. Didn't also expect it from their wives. And to have won the popular vote and still lose? Gutted.

November 10, 2016 at 4:24 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

People have opinions on everything and lately their opinions on politics and politicians are quite strong. I personally didn't care for either of the 2 major candidates that were offered. I also think that MANY people voted for Trump not because they like him or what he stands for but because it was a vote AGAINST Clinton. Likewise MANY people voted for Clinton more because it was a vote AGAINST Trump.

We now must live with the results of those decisions even though we do not personally like the outcome, but in my 63 years in this country we have Always done the best we can with what we have been given. In 4 years we have the chance to change things once again and I have found that 4 years is not a terribly long time to wait to make changes.

I applaud you for sharing your feelings here Jenna and everyone else. Hang in there and keep on doing what you have been doing all along and continue to share with us. We all need a strong woman to show us that there is still SO MUCH that can be done even though things look bleak.

Thank you for all you do and share with everyone.

November 10, 2016 at 10:33 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Amazing writing. Amazing! So much beauty in such sad sentences. Thank you

November 10, 2016 at 10:56 AM  
Blogger Mazie said...

Thank you,Jenna,for giving voice to our grief... there is comfort in knowing we are not alone. Take care ♡

November 10, 2016 at 1:04 PM  
Blogger mdoe37 said...

Eh, I've felt unrepresented for years.....Michigan. We've bowed to the wishes of Detroit for years.

Trump wasn't my first choice. And while in the day I voted for Bill....I can't wrap my head around Hillary. There is just alll....this....crap.....swirling around these people. Bill and Hillary are white, wealthy and privileged. Having watched the despair in this state's cities all these years, having a Democrat in office doesn't mean success. I voted for a Washington outsider....and the race should have been Bernie and Donald, its just that Bernie didn't survive the machine like Donald did.

I just realized, though, that I'm going from firmly middle class to poverty in the next few weeks. I hope they don't kill Obamacare for a minute!! :) Being white won't allow me privilege now.

You have to realize that Washington is all about themselves. They talk a good talk to get our vote so they keep their jobs. It has nothing to do with us in the end.

November 10, 2016 at 2:08 PM  
Blogger kay saylor said...

I am really trying to maintain a sense of understanding and kindness, but it is very difficult. As I am moving through the stages of grief I am stuck in Angry. Not angry that others have a differing opinion. I would not have been angry if a Rubio or a Bush or even a Cruz would have been elected. Disappointed, yes. But not angry.

I am angry that facts seem to have been suspended. I am angry that half of the population considers a paid-for propaganda peddler as a news source. I'm angry that my daughter was ridiculed on her bus for her support of a candidate, not just from the other children, but from the bus driver as well. I am angry that we have told our children that not only is it ok to bully, but it is ok to degrade and harass women, minorities, immigrants and the disabled.

I feel duped. I truly thought we had "come a long way baby". Improvements to be made, sure, but that half the population feels it is OK for a leader, your President with a capital P, to speak about women in the manner he has on many, many occasions is truly mind boggling. I feel your pain Jenna. I was not a fan of Hillary's, but this process made me understand better what she has been up against. I just assumed she had the same chance as all of her colleagues did to progress. I was wrong.

This single Mama of a daughter has a lot of healing to do, but my plan is to live the kindness I wish to see in others. Be a part of the community of fighters for change. I don't want to go back to a past that was built on oppression. I wish for a future where life is better for ALL Citizens.

Thank you for letting me climb on your soapbox for a moment.

November 10, 2016 at 2:23 PM  
Blogger Jennie said...


Appreciate your post. I am a first generation immigrant and love this adopted country because~~

America is free.
America is beautiful.
America is flawed and there is room for improvement.
America gives opportunity for everyone to be successful (if one works hard and does not feel ENTITLED to handouts or freebies paid for by responsible and law-abiding citizens).
America is the most charitable country in the world.
And yesterday, today and tomorrow-Jesus is still King~~AMEN, and AMEN!!

November 10, 2016 at 4:02 PM  
Blogger PansWife said...

I feel your pain. I'm not religious but I have two Buddhist phrases I use at times like this:
Nothing is forever except change.
Everything that has a begining has an ending. Make your peace with that and all will be well.

November 10, 2016 at 7:04 PM  
Blogger Jen said...

Beautiful writing, Jenna. I saw the article about you in Mother Earth News.

November 10, 2016 at 9:03 PM  
Blogger Amy said...

I love this. And, if you'll permit me, I'd like to quote you to, well, you--simply because this passage has brought me immeasurable comfort these last few days:

From One Woman Farm, re: The Need Fire:

"I know if my own clan...ever fell on hard times I would feel a lot more confident we'd get through it all together than if I had to deal with it alone. Strength comes from community and that hasn't changed, nor will it" (p.20).

Well, I'm carrying my ember home to light my hearth fire. May the smoke cleanse us all and draw us together.

November 11, 2016 at 8:27 AM  
Blogger Joy said...

Boy, Jenna, though our lives are very different, I know EXACTLY how you're feeling. I can't shake the unreality of it all, the feeling of wrongness, the fear that so much of what I care about will be damaged or destroyed. So, I'm turning inward, taking care of my home, gardens, animals. Right now that's the only way I can feel any sense of calm and security, but it's something. As others have noted, this will pass. Let's all hang in there to spite the others.

November 12, 2016 at 8:34 AM  
Blogger bookkm said...

Now, I have to get Pablo Neruda's book. Thanks for posting this. And thanks to all who also commented.
Be kind to EVERYONE!
Stand up for the disenfranchised.
Do what you can to help the environment.

And be grateful for every day.
(Not that I am following that advice right now. I will get there.)

November 12, 2016 at 12:28 PM  
Blogger Karen C said...

If you've managed to find some cure for your insomnia in this nightmare world we're moving into, please share it. I still can't sleep. Thank you for posting what you did, I only now just read it, but it helps a little to know we're not alone.

December 3, 2016 at 10:50 PM  

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