​I’m the kind of person that doesn’t change easily. I have regular food regret when I deviate from menu options or recipes that I know I love; I tend to buy variations of the same outfit, in the same color palette (think Crayola BOLD markers); I pick up new hobbies and shed them just as quickly, preferring things that are tried and true (watching tv, baking, the occasional run). At 41 weeks pregnant, I’m the only person I know who felt like, “hey, there’s no rush.” I would say that I flee from change, but the reality is that I hunker down until things shift and settle around me, and then I pick up where I left off.
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For me, like for so many of us, the first few weeks after the election were a haze of confusion and despair. How was it possible that for all the progress we thought we’d made in the last ten years, we were being buried under an avalanche of redness – House, Senate, White House and soon Supreme Court? And not just middle of the road conservatism, but blatant, ugly, violent, apocalyptic racism, misogyny, xenophobia and homophobia.
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By Sujatha Jesudason, Executive Director, CoreAlign
I have stopped reading the newspaper and listening to the latest analysis of the presidential transition. For somebody who spent hours reading and listening to the news, this is a jarring change.

​I stopped when I realized that each egregious announcement normalized and minimized the previous outrageous act – conflicts of interest, hate crimes, emboldened racists, Steve Bannon, Nikki Haley, Betsy DeVos, Rick Perry, the list goes on. It is not like I needed any of this information to confirm that Americans and the American system had somehow elected a fear mongering, narcissistic, racist, sexual predator, white man to the presidency. And yet, each new cycle in the avalanche allowed for the burial of the previously unthinkable act, such that the shocking became the norm and increasingly less offensive each day.