The day after the election, shortly before I made my way home from work, I texted my mom. I didn’t know what to say, not knowing how she felt, or how my dad felt. So I told her how quiet New York City was. And how it had felt like the longest day I could…
The first election I can remember was in 1976. President Ford was up against Jimmy Carter. I was only four and knew Carter was from Georgia and he raised peanuts. I lived in Georgia and I liked peanuts, so I told my mom and dad to vote for the peanut farmer from Georgia. They said…