Four Years

November third 2020
Sitting anxiously on my bedroom floor
I've got other things to worry about
Like how I did on my test today
But rather than worrying about my grades
I'm afraid my rights are gonna get taken away

That's the opening verse to Four Years, a song my 14-year-old daughter wrote on the afternoon of Election Day. She's really proud of it and I'm really proud of her; with her permission, I'm sharing it with you.

Elections profoundly impact people. They matter. This year's election hit harder and mattered more than any other in my lifetime. I've enjoyed watching that impact through the eyes of my two kids, who aren't yet old enough to vote or to have a meaningful voice in the process. I know one of mine is very much looking forward to four years from now when she can turn her voice into a vote for the first time.