Voting makes me feel good, as though I’m part of something meaningful, part of a community of like-minded humans; as though I’m grown-up and responsible and informed. Last week I voted. It felt good—for an hour or two. I’ve been thinking about me and politics a lot lately. Probably because my treadmill time at the gym has been consumed with the audiobook of An Unfinished Love Story: A Personal History of the… Read More