This week—something different. I’m sharing a non-fiction short story I submitted to The New York Times last spring about living in isolation; it feels especially pertinent to recent events south of the border. The ushering in of a new President won’t immediately patch over the gaping wound that remains from the devastation of 2020 alone, not to mention the last four years. Amidst social violence, political division, and a death toll exceeding that of WWII, Americans remain weighted with grief (although I can’t think of a president more well-versed in this particular emotion).
What feels unique, however, about this moment is this heightened consciousness that the American dream, American exceptionalism, American celebrity culture, was broken long before Trump took Office. This newfound self-awareness has us all wondering—will the United States ever change? I’m not just referring to “those …