"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"Tears filled my eyes. I looked up to see my mother’s face—it was wet from tears—as she watched us count what felt like a million dollars. Someone loved us enough to know that year…we just needed a tiny sprout of hope, not in a little jolly man in a red suit, but in Christ."
I voted for Donald Trump. God, help me, I did. Southern-bred and Bible-belt brought up, our state ran red, of course it did, but I didn't vote strictly on party lines. I took a good look at the candidates before me, and I prayed. Oh, Lord, I prayed.