Dear D. and S.,
Donald Trump just won the presidency. And while I struggle immensely with this, you need not. What matters most to us will not change: cooking together, eating, making music, drawing comics. Everything will be alright. I will do anything in my power to make it so.
For S., I thought you might get a kick out of the above photo of me in, say, thirteen years, when you cast your first vote for a fellow woman that inspires you. It didn’t work out the way I had hoped this time. But it will.
For D., I know you wonder if there will be more war around the world now that Trump is elected. I don’t have an answer. But I know that you can still strive to make peace in the small circles in which you travel.
I hope we can beat this disease called ignorance that got us here. I’m not so hopeful today, but ask me again tomorrow. Until then, practice your arpeggios and chromatic runs, keep reading your Asterix or Ottoline, practice your Umlaut pronunciation, and do your best at trying the new foods that I cook up (with fork and knife, please). It won’t beat back the anger and closed-mindedness, but it’s a little reminder that we must constantly push ourselves to keep the curiosity alive, the sense of wonder and the thirst for beauty that will propel us forward as people.
While I can’t say I understand even the littlest bit about the forces at work out there … That much I know.