It took 5 years to write this Mother's Day column. My fury at Trump stopped me every time

My mom died from COVID in 2020, just after Mother’s Day. I couldn’t write about it until I could be honest about who she was, a feat complicated by my then-pending congressional race, which served my own ass to me on an unceremonious platter. Apparently climate change wasn’t at the top of voters’ concerns then. Today, it feels like the GOP is deliberately accelerating it.

The worst part of my mom’s death was that she — like most COVID patients — died alone in a sterile hospital room with no family allowed to visit.