Still Throwing Myself into the Last Chapters of my Book

A picture I took from inside a taxi, when I was taking Finney home from the hospital. I’m actually already looking back on that day with nostalgia. Surgery had gone well and I was taking him home, full of hope for the future. Finney is doing well, but I still wake up every morning unable to accept that Fuckface von Clownstick is the president. How can this be??


Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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3 thoughts on “Still Throwing Myself into the Last Chapters of my Book

  1. OMG – I do the same thing. All that hope for the future when Hillary seemed to be riding high, and then WHAM the idiot wins! I keep trying to understand but the reason evades me. And I don’t believe any of the talking heads on cable anymore. They were all wrong. But I do have this tiny little hope deep inside that this is only the dark before the dawn. That keeps me smiling.

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