Some things I read to try to keep the hope alive:

The Enthusiast by Brad Montague

Letters from an American by Heather Cox Richardson 

Rep. Hilary Scholten on BlueSky (this is my house representative; I encourage you to find your own)

The 1619 Project

Normal Women: Nine Hundred Years of Making History

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