Voting, We Are All Immigrants

Not to get all Freudian, but last night I woke gasping for breath (repeatedly), paralyzed with fear, riding waves of Donald Trump smothering me. The nightmare stapled me to the bed. (And, I know if he read this, he'd say I wasn't even close to being good-looking enough for him to nightmare me.) Women cite stomachaches, inability to work, leaden feelings in their limbs, sleeplessness, and depression. Many men, including my husband, are as upset-but they move into anger quicker, while we fight fee...