What Keeps me Up at Night

These days, it feels like almost everything.

Will the government shut down? Will my husband still have a job tomorrow? Is there any hope for the economy? Will there be another school shooting today?

Each morning, I brace myself for the next tragedy in the headlines.

But beyond the big national crises, something smaller — yet deeply personal — has been gnawing at me: my freedom of speech. Lately, it …