“We are going to build a wall and Mexico is going to pay for it!” he bellowed in 2016, descending the elevators at Trump Plaza. Immediately, I hated him. Growing up in a feminist, leftist, pro-choice family, we all collectively agreed that “Trump means bad.” Even his own... Read More →

    A couple of years ago, a colleague shared with a few of us that her daughter was suffering from a likely terminal cancer. The child rallied and faltered, and we rode the waves with her family in our prayers. We cooed over photographs of her bald little nine-year-old... Read More →