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Inauguration Day

January 20, 2017

Sixteen years ago, I led a caravan of friends with a rental truck loaded with all my belongings. I was driving away from my marriage along a ridge overlooking Washington DC, moving on a January day as cold and dark as my relationship.

Along that ridge, a motorcade passed in the other direction, lights on, sirens off. It was the suddenly-former Vice President, returning to civilian life after a heartbreaking transition.

At my new apartment, a dozen friends assembled my bed, arranged my kitchen, unpacked books. With each action, they set the stage for the light to return.

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