4.3 years ago, I felt like the United States bitch slapped me straight across the face. Over the last 4 years, I've felt subjected to repeated existential abuse, a fresh set of wounds just as I was getting over the last ones. 1/

I started posting on Twitter as a way to express my rage and fear. As a steward of my Firm and as an "influencer," I felt buttoned up elsewhere. At home, with a man who repeatedly told me "what harm can 4 years do?" I felt misunderstood (at best), and betrayed (more often). 2/

It was on Twitter that I discovered I wasn't the only one who crawled into the bathtub and wept on Nov 9 2016, I wasn't the only one who saw the threat to our democracy, I wasn't the only one who was learning--day by day--how many who shared our borders won't share our values. 3/

It was on Twitter that I discovered how many people still love our country, however much we sometimes hate our country. 4/

To all the judges who pressed their shoulders into the bulwark of our Republic, who leaned in to reinforce the mettle of our Constitution, thank you. I have never been more proud to be a member of the bar in my life. 5/