“You and Dad already voted, right, Mom?”
“Kid, your father and I became U.S. citizens specifically so that we could vote. We don’t miss an election. Yes, we’ve voted.”
I’m not gonna lie, I’m looking at today’s midterm elections with some trepidation: I feel like the results will show me exactly what America is made of.
Go vote for love and light, friends.
I seem to have a focus problem.
I’m suddenly realizing what a privilege routine is.
We live in strange times.
And don’t even start me on that interstellar object.
Focus. I gotta focus.
Go out there and do your civic duty, my American brothers and sisters.
The absence of love and light isn’t hate and darkness.
On protecting the heart.
What would happen if we returned to sharing our stories?
I miss shooting. I want it to be a part of my new normal.