I get called “babe” a lot.
“What about fundraising?” I stammered.
Heads swiveled 365 degrees to look at me, straining to hear my words. This meek question barely made it out of my mouth—it certainly didn’t command the meeting room. My grandmother’s eyes urged me to repeat the question.
“What about fundraising?” I said a little louder, begging the tears welling in my eyes to stay put.
Note: This piece was written on January 22, 2017.
Well, here it is. The eve of the Inauguration.
Note: This piece was written on November 9, 2016.