A World on Fire

Here we are again

You came to the polls with me, propped on my hip, Halloween jam jams amuck with crumbs and fruit stains, your bay-be in tow on the journey.

You most likely won’t remember this, but the pride I felt at this moment was heart-burst worthy. That I, a woman, could bring my daughter to vote on the crisp, November morning in the middle of suburban New Jersey.

As…