When I picture my life 50 years from now, I picture a dusty basement, filled with clues as to my values, actions, and priorities. My grandchildren will run their fingers along the piles of books and mementos, trying to piece together who I was when I was younger.
Perhaps they’ll ask about a delicate yellow, red and green pin I received at a rally to show my support for our abandoned Kurdish allies. Maybe they’ll wonder at my violet-colored shirt which states, “We will not be complicit by being complacent,” worn at a vigil to help reunite families separated at the border.