In these stressful final days before an undermined election, this phone call made my morning.
Barack Obama called a momma—and talked to her baby. And yes, the momma had a panic attack.
Maybe this is just cute. Maybe it’s bigger than that—getting out the vote, turn out, getting your friends and loved ones to bother to vote. Or maybe it’s more basic than that—it’s a moment of warmth, kindness, humor, civic duty, domesticity, the messy sweetness that comes with communities in democracy.