I grew up in a small town in Minnesota (so a fairly conservative part of the country). My parents still live there, and earlier this fall, they noticed that all the political signage in their neighborhood was pro-Trump.

So they decided to get a Biden/Harris yard sign so that other progressive folks would know they weren’t alone.

The sign got stolen within a week, so they ordered another one + put that one up (taking it in at night so it wouldn't get snatched again).

The day they put up the new sign, someone rang their doorbell. It was a neighbor they’d never met who stopped by to thank them for putting up a new sign + not giving up. She said it gave her hope + made her feel less alone.

On the eve of election day, when so many of us are feeling anxiety, grief, uncertainty, and maybe even tentative hope, this is the story I’m holding close to my heart.

I’m remembering all the small acts of love, kindness, courage, integrity, and solidarity I’ve witnessed over the past four years -- all the ways I’ve seen people trying to do the right thing in a hard time.

I’m remembering all the ways we’ve shown up for each other, big + small -- and all the ways I’ve seen folks reach out to let others know they’re not alone.

No matter how this goes down tomorrow, let’s keep doing that.

Because all the things we do to support each other, care for ourselves, and try to make the world better, matter.

Let’s keep going.