What we’re expected to want

untangling want from should sometimes feels impossible.

I cannot write about the election. At least, not any better than so many talented writers have already. My words are buried under thick layers of rage, deep in the muck of fear, tangled in the weeds of disgust. It’s not a good place. Today, I use my words for something else.

What we’re expected to want

A month or so ago, I had a conversation with one of m…