I talked to my man and he said “Baby, ain’t nothing we can do about who is president. I still have to go work. We still have to live life. All we can do is worry about us.” Because, I don’t know how Ruth did it. She went through Jim Crow, The Civil Rights Movement, being a maid for a very popular southern evangelical preacher, having a child on drugs…and then there was ME. Her final boss. I genuinely don’t know how she did it. But she did. She kept on carrying on and lived life on hard mode. My grandmother had a really awful issue with pain pills later in life. Fuck, I see why. Anything to escape this bullshit.