Sometimes I talk to much. You might have heard that about me and this is one of those times, recorded in high def for all the world to see: me and the ladies who lunch at the Connecticut Against Gun Violence luncheon. Me and my breasts. The video is good, but sure wish they panned the audience so you could see just how out of my element I was. These were
What to do with your Trump anger and frustration
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
Are you registered to vote?
It’s National Voter Registration Day, so make sure you are registered so you can vote … and complain if need be, cuz if you don’t vote, don’t kvetch. And ask around and make sure your friends and neighbors are registered as well because it’s actually true: every vote does indeed count. It matters. It matters more than money, more than signs, more than anything. “The only thing that stops a bad guy
The Power of Nobody
I’m nobody and don’t pretend to be anything I’m not. Recently, I’ve been thinking there’s a whole lot of nobodys out there, and if we could all get together and decide to do something, we’d be somebody. Wow. That sounds like some pretty serious late night, smokin’ discussion on third floor of the mighty, mighty Sig Tau house back in the 80s. (Or so I’ve heard.) So I jumped at