I voted today.
Just before I walked into the high school to cast my ballet, I said a prayer of thanks for my mother, my grandmothers and my great-grandmothers. I thanked them for the honor and the privilege – no, the inalienable right to vote in a national election.
This evening, watching the news, I saw a young black mother leading her daughter by the hand to the election polls.
I was happy for her.
I hope she remembered to say a prayer as well.