8 Years Ago. 4 Years Ago. Today.

My daughters (ages 4 and 2) on Inauguration Day 2021.

This is what I remember about the morning after Election Night, November 9 2016:

It felt like the beginning of a horror film. The streets of Silverlake were eerily quiet. I found parking easily at the coffee shop next to Rudy’s on Sunset Blvd that was usually too crowded with hotter, cooler people who weren’t almost 9 months pregnant. But this morning no one was there but me and the sad barista who could…