Happiness. It's relative.
The fear I thought I’d banished came roaring back after my husband went on a test drive with a salesman with his mask hanging below his nose. It’s that precarious – my bravado. Yesterday, around dinnertime, I scrolled through my phone to see a… Continue Reading “Through the Stones”
In her prime, she had long flowing gray hair. And flowing skirts and capes. I want to say capes but it was probably sweaters or shawls, it was a time when everyone wore flowing things. She had the look of a dispossessed queen coming… Continue Reading “The End of a Time”
A big part of me thinks that women mourning Elizabeth Warren’s exit from the presidential race are a bunch of chumps. Why? Because they fell for it. She’s so smart. She’s so well-prepared. She has as plan for everything. It’s what we’ve always wanted… Continue Reading “A Reflection on Elizabeth Warren’s Exit”
Nancy Pelosi standing up in her white suit and ripping Trump’s lie-encrusted State of the Union speech in half in front of the entire world was the most honest, authentic, righteous action I have seen in years. According to The Week, when asked later… Continue Reading “#RipUpTheSpeech”
Bernie Sanders isn’t alone in wondering if a woman can be elected president of the United States. I’ve wondered the same thing. I’ve said the same thing: I don’t think a woman can be elected president. I think Hillary Clinton’s loss had an enormous… Continue Reading “Bernie’s Mistake”
Nancy Pelosi is the glory of old. She is the white suit, high heels, red lipstick glory of old. She is the I know what I believe and what I have to do glory of old. She is the I’ve got the votes or… Continue Reading “Advent 5: Dress Up”
I’ve about had it with bras. This morning, I reached for a long-sleeved t-shirt and a turtleneck (we’re up north, don’t you know, so I have to layer) and looked around for my bra which I had left downstairs. Lest you think otherwise, I… Continue Reading “Emancipation”
“Who would vote for you?” I’d scheduled a lunch meeting with my longtime mentor, a former priest who was an administrator at the local anti-poverty agency where I was working, to tell him I was thinking of running for Alderman. And that was the… Continue Reading “It Only Took One Question to Make Me Go Sit Down”
I can’t even talk about Alabama because, if I do, if I even start thinking about it, I’ll start hating on people and that’s contrary to where I want to go with my life at this point since I’ve resolved to stop making people… Continue Reading “Alabama”