I promise I won’t turn this Substack into a diary that chronicles my every struggle, but:
A couple of days ago, I was reading on my porch, and heard a car come up the hill. Then I heard a man’s voice talking kind of loud, and when the car drew even with my front door, the man — the driver — yelled, “Fuck Black Lives Matter,” while looking at my #BLM sign…
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