The power of words… to hurt. My long-time blogging friend hopes to educate by telling her story. As a woman, I wholeheartedly join her in her mission.
This post is for women. Male readers can continue to read but you will have a hard time relating to what I will be saying, unless you are a male who is of the wrong color, or nationality, or gender orientation, or religious heritage, or have a body that is somehow defective. But this essay is about me, a female, being wounded by this election. I think there are many women who have been wounded by Trump and I hope that telling my story will help them find their voice. I have compassion for the men who have been wounded, but I can’t tell their story. I only have intimate knowledge of my wound and am troubled because I don’t know how to heal and forgive.
This election created a cesspool of emotional turmoil for me. Many people would describe the election as a nightmare, but I had nightmares –…
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Write Along with Me 
I humbly thank you, Lois. I hope other women will tell their stories. Pantsuit Nation is a good place on Facebook to do that for those who don’t have a blog. Last I checked there are over a million people who are doing that.
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Yes, I know. I had the privilege of meeting some Pantsuit young thirtish gals last week and was so pleased to see their eagerness to stand up for respect of not only women but all people. Again, thanks for writing your story. I can’t imagine the hurt.
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