Thought Catalog


No matter what anyone tells you, it’s a special thing
to be loved. When someone can giggle at your jokes
and still have the sensitivity
to read your dead father’s old journals.

I didn’t vote for Donald Trump. I didn’t vote for his message, his temperament, or a validation of his base of followers. But like every American, I’m now stuck with the thin-skinned Cheeto and subsequent fallout from his election. That includes my son, and the goals I have for the kind of person he can be.