A few days ago, we drove through Trump country, Maine, which seems to be any place outside the cities. What I saw inspired me to write the title “Trump country, through the eyes of love,” and a long post to explain the title. This isn’t that post. I pulled it back before publishing it and I’ve rewritten it again and again. Maybe it’s because the topic is radioactive. Maybe because love is beyond words. But I’m determined to publish something. The idea “Trump country, through the eyes of love” had come to me and I was determined to write something worthy.
And the writing and rewriting, and questioning, "should I really share what I wrote?" and "maybe it's because it's a topic this radioactive?"--is something I really identify with.
Also, I want to say my bit on the topic: I could wish that Americans who don't love Trump... (maybe even people who are/were disgusted with him) ...would have more love for and less disdain for the Americans of "Trump country"!
Imagine living in Trump country these days and driving through a city…
Love this because I don’t know what is in the mind of Trump. I can hope he feels love
Ohhh, this title got me to click!
And the writing and rewriting, and questioning, "should I really share what I wrote?" and "maybe it's because it's a topic this radioactive?"--is something I really identify with.
Also, I want to say my bit on the topic: I could wish that Americans who don't love Trump... (maybe even people who are/were disgusted with him) ...would have more love for and less disdain for the Americans of "Trump country"!