Recently, I attended a meeting for caregivers of LGBTQ+ kids. It was my hope that this group could become my new tribe of changemakers. Much like my clan of nursing home warriors, I envisioned us standing shoulder to shoulder at protests, raising our voices in love for our children and in resistance to the violations coming for them. But two days prior, a Turkish PhD candidate was snatched off of the street by our government less than four miles away from where we sat. The entire room, rightfully so, was blind with terror. For three hours we sat in a circle discussing how to make a difference from the shadows. I felt sick.

And I’m guessing if you’re reading this, you’re feeling something similar, even if you’re not a TransParent, have a dad trapped in a shithole of a nursing home and friends who live in SoCal. I’m betting on some level you too are reeling from the psychotic frenzy that our country is spinning in. So here’s my ‘how’…

Tomorrow (10/30), PBS will air the documentary “Fire Through Dry Grass” on POV. I’ve watched the film five times now and re-living the trauma we all endured does not get easier. While I’m not in the film, I could not be prouder of this body of work or the amazing humans who brought it to the world.