Not exactly how I pictured starting my morning the day after the election, the first day into a President-elect Trump world.
“It’s inappropriate to speak to me in that way,” I said, before walking away from the man in the infamous red hat. Yes, that red hat.
It was 8:30am, as I stood in line at Starbucks to pick up my grande coffee with steamed non-fat milk before driving across the state of Florida to go home after vacationing with family. Good morning y’all!
And then it began, the running tirade in my mind:
I’m not your sweetheart.
I don’t exist to give you smiles.
How dare you violate me in this way, with that word?
And in one of my sacred spaces on top of it all. Read more