Lacie Rader

I was sitting on my couch, curled into a fleece blanket with my knees tucked under my chin. It was that sweet spot in my day: the time I’m willing to lose a little sleep to enjoy. Thirty minutes before the neighborhood wakes up. That quiet, wonderfully wasted half hour of morning me time. Instagram? Facebook? Check. Trump still breaking democracy? Unfortunately. Tinder? With my phone in one…