America Is a New Country, But I Believe In My Homeland

Building a life in this political unrest

My cat strolled into the bedroom early yesterday morning, mewing just like usual, and my eyes blinked open in the dark. I felt my husband’s toes against mine and listened to his now-endearing snores drift through the morning air. Shortly after, my son started stirring, his little waking-up murmurs audible through the baby monitor.

As I looked at the shad…