On the 12th, I was still shell-shocked from the election. But I was starting to recover. I was starting to really feel the fight, the need to dig in.

I went out to breakfast with my pal, a small cafe where the tables are jammed in tight, and the clientele ranges all over the map when it comes to politics. We spoke in hushed tones about the coming storm, our fears, our terror at the racism and xenophobia and sexism being released in our nation, our ideas about how to dig in and how to support the folks around us who are really frightened by the potential disasters ahead.

Late in the breakfast, I caught the eye of one of the women sitting 20 inches away. She spoke up immediately – she’d heard us talking, thanked us for some of the things we’d said, and nearly broke into tears saying, “I’m so scared right now.”

The four of us talked for 20 minutes or so, sharing our concerns, how hopeful we’d been, shored each other up.  There is something disturbing and touching about complete strangers opening up like this. I feel like there are going to be a lot of these moments over the coming weeks and months.  I am rethinking my tepid response to the Clinton campaign’s motto, Stronger Together.

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