A late-night campaign message pretending I was “family” reminded me what’s truly broken: the performance, the emotional manipulation, and the silence between asks. We are not family. And I’m done being treated like a donor instead of a citizen.
Tariffs sting—but maybe that sting is a wake-up call. In this reflection, Robin Emmons explores how economic discomfort could redirect us back to meaning.
I’ve been really fortunate.
I’ve loved some good men.
Brilliant, funny, tender ones. The kind who show up, listen deeply, hold babies like they mean it, and believe women when they
