There’s a story among my friend group that we like to pass around when things go wrong. One of my friend’s mothers, while at a gas station, slammed a car door on her hand. She didn’t scream or cry, or really make any noise at all. She froze. When her daughter asked if she was okay, the mother sharply replied, “Shut up and let me feel it.”

The mother took a few deep breaths, and then she kept moving.

As news sinks in today that Donald Trump is our next president, I — like many Americans — feel frozen. I stayed glued to my laptop well into the early hours of the morning. My social media feeds were a mix of disbelief, gallows humor, panic, despair, and then blame. It’s the media’s fault. It’s Hillary Clinton’s fault. It was the internet….

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