Today may be our last day of national sanity. Tomorrow we usher in a "president" who hates reading, thrives on revenge, and has assembled a cabinet of super-villains. Should we be relieved or not that he plans to take a vacation immediately after assuming office?
Yes, I'm singing the blues. Still, tomorrow, while I'm singing, I'll also be leading a class at Smith College, where I'll be helping young women imagine themselves as teachers in a world that sorely needs their humanism and obstinacy. I hope that you, too, will find something important to do tomorrow . . . that you will make or share something, that you will find intersections among kindness and intelligence and honesty and morality and resilience. Despair may also be strength. I'm feeling as if the blues are, in James Baldwin's words, "the only light we've got in all this darkness." So sing loud.