How The Trump Years Turned Me Into A Social Justice Warrior

After Trump stole the election from Madame President Hillary, I went into a deep, unyielding mourning. My husband and I sat in a darkened room, held each other, and sobbed uncontrollably. Later, his trauma would lead him into the arms of a Peloton instructor named Kip, but that's a story for another time.

Brad and I never tired of complaining and icing out friends and family who did not agree with us about Donald Trump. We believed that by cutting off our friends; we were educating them on ...