For the little girl who wanted to play with trucks but the teacher said no, those are for boys. For the girls denied making a gun rack, shelf, or fire-place poker in industrial arts, instead forced to make a poached egg and apron in home economics. For all the girls called tomboys, and wondering why. For all the kids who have heard: you play like a girl, cry like a girl, act like
To do lists and embarrassing lessons learned
Last year, I grabbed my to-do list on Election Day, and headed out to town to get it done, and the order in which I did them was more than a little embarrassing. Lists are awesome; the sense of accomplishment when you have something to show for your day. I’ve been known to write down completed tasks, just to have the satisfaction of crossing them off. Doesn’t everybody do that? Last
All politics are local
My dad used to tell me political parties really don’t matter in town elections; that everyone is basically on the same page, and ulterior motives and party alignments are not nearly as prominent as on the national level. Everybody working for the common good of community and all. That is such bullshit. In my town, Newtown, Connecticut, instead of Vote “insert name here” the signs almost always say VOTE REPUBLICAN