I am writing this from a patch of sunlight in our apartment. I’m no good at waiting, but the sunshine is helping and so, embarrassingly, is the insipid sticky note I smacked on the wall reminding myself to breathe.
Some good things I know:
Our Covid tests came back negative.
On Election Night I wore a t-shirt with drawings of congresswomen. My kids love to point their fingers at the women’s faces and call out their names: Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez, Rashida Tlaib, Ilhan Omar, Ayanna Pressley, Deb Haaland, Sharice Davids, Katie Porter… Yesterday morning I woke up to tell them they’ll all be returning to Congress.
In Delaware, Sarah McBride will become the first openly transgender person to serve as a state senator.
In Oklahoma, Mauree Turner will be the first non-binary state lawmaker and the first Muslim in the State House.
From New York, Ritchie Torres and Mondaire Jones will be the first two openly gay and Black members of Congress and across the country a total of thirty-five openly LGBTQ candidates won their races.
Jamaal Bowman unseated a longtime rep and won a New York House seat on a platform supporting Medicare for All and the Green New Deal.
In Georgia, Reverend Raphael Warnock’s Senate race is going to a runoff that he can win.
Organizers in this state got 250,000 people and counting to vote for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris on the Working Families party line.
There’s universal preschool headed to Multnomah County in Oregon and there’s family and medical leave headed to Colorado, and there’s a $15 minimum wage coming to Florida. In the five states with cannabis reform on the ballot, those measures passed.
Everywhere, ballots are still being counted.
Last night, Stacey Abrams addressed a call with the Working Families Party: “Justice,” she reminded us, “has no timetable. Justice just has a destination and that is the future.” Onward, onward, onward.