I started a job hunt this summer, sure that I'd land where I was supposed to be. The interview went well, I betrayed loyalty to a rival sports team and still got the job. That's when I met the Bros.
It breaks my heart that I want to help and just don't know what I can do to effect change. So I'm plucking out words on my Mac, keyboard activism at its finest, because it makes me feel like I'm at least doing something, even if I'm not doing something.