There is a difference between protesting the validity of next president’s election and protesting the president-elect. I’m with the latter. Unless the system is rigged like sexual-predator-elect claimed relentlessly in campaign rants, he’s the winner. Thems the rules. Even if the system is rigged, by the time we figure it out, it’ll be 2020 and onto the next. But that doesn’t mean we need to go quietly into this dark regime. Which is getting more and more
I ran a marathon when I turned 4o only because I told people I was gonna do it. If I never said it out loud to real people who heard me, I would have bagged it when I was starving, tired, and my toenails were falling off. But I did it. It wasn’t fast, it wasn’t pretty, but I completed the NYC Marathon once, and it’s still one of the
Last year, I attended the Newtown Action Alliance/Newtown Foundation national vigil and lobby day to help families of gun violence victims honor with action. It was my first time in DC lobbying to end gun violence, and I was nervous about what to do and how to do it. I shouldn’t have been. All I had to do was be a friendly face amongst a hundred other friendly faces. And
About this whole safety-pin campaign, inspiring people wear a visible safety-pin in solidarity with groups (too many to list) threatened by the sexual-predator-elect. I ain’t gonna lie, I kinda like it. But then again, I’m only a cis-non-religious-middle-aged-slightly-overweight-white-woman, not as nearly targeted as the vast marginalized populations on Trump’s you’re-not-like-me hit list. The safety-pin takes guess-work out of who is on the side of human decency. Instead of wondering if they voted
A couple times, long before Trump became president elect, people (aka Cousin Evie) asked me to keep ugly politics (and bad language) out of my blog and off my Facebook page. “Facebook is supposed to be friendly and folksy, I wish you’d stop with all this political hogwash.“ With the country protesting the sexual predator-elect nationwide, and writers and bloggers flooding the internet, newspapers, and media with opinions of what this means and
This was supposed to be fun, open up the creative juice box (ooh, that sounds dirty), instill self-discipline, offer a sense of accomplishment, establish a pattern of daily writing that can only make me rich. Or famous. Or maybe just happy. I challenged myself with National Blog Posting Month #NaBloPoMo, to post one blog a day for month of November. I was ready. I am ready. I can do this. Here is
Once upon a time, a small organization called Connecticut Against Gun Violence did really good work with very little fanfare to reduce gun violence in our little state. They had a couple hundred Facebook fans – maybe, less active members, a teeny tiny budget, and a staff of 1-1/2, or thereabouts. And then. After the horror of the Sandy Hook shooting, regular people from all over the state flocked to CAGV with emails, phone calls, checks, and
Got this text from my kid this morning, a female college senior at what’s considered by some a dude engineering school, ready to graduate and make her mark on the world. Rough day, eh America? Suddenly the land of the free and home of the brave is transformed into the home of the privileged, and not-so-privileged, white male. Bring us your racist, misogynistic, fear mongering, xenophobe sexual predator tax cheating liars.