A Flower Grows in the Garden of Rubble

I do my best thinking on my walks with my dog, Jango. Something about the cold quiet of the morning, the tip-tap of Jango’s paws hitting the sidewalk, and the jingle of his tags calms me, and I can really hear my thoughts. And so, I’ve been reflecting on the timespan of the Trump presidency. The timespan, not the presidency itself. Trump was elected on November 8, 2016, my 26th birthday — a strange birthday to say the…