Processing the death of my mother.
Disclaimer: I told my husband I would write today-this is covering some of the thoughts and conversations I have had with many of my working mother friends. Us Gen-X/Y mothers. We are tired. But don’t worry about me, I’m okay. All these feelings don’t belong to me. And look, I wrote something! Even if itContinue reading “Cog in a Wheel:”
I am filled with a boiling rage. If you don’t know why then read this and take your pick. My Aussi friend asked me where I was going to flee. At first I said I was going by way of Canada since I have friends who will take me in. But then I said thatContinue reading “FIE! FIE!”
As we drove into the state of Michigan, from a sea of pink hats to a dense fog of red voters, I wondered what would be next. Would I have the courage to wear my hat and pins proudly without my pink brothers and sisters beside me? Where would I find my infusion of FightContinue reading “Now What?”
At a stop! Not all wearing their hats but wearing their shirts and buttons. Amazing conversations in line! Ontario, Akron, Howell MI, Pittsburgh and Lansing.
We are the popular vote! What an amazing day! I don’t know what media is saying, but this is a vast movement of human beings fighting for human rights. And not just here. I don’t know the count yet, but it has got to have been over 500,000. Men, women, children, LGBTQ young, old, peopleContinue reading “Vast Sea of Humanity”
Yep. That’s him!
Getting ready to head down. Marching not just for today, but for our future. The human rights of all people #whyimarch #womensmarchonwashington
It’s the end of our day – we are chilling and getting ready to head to bed. We found ladies at DuPont Circle who are organizers for their state – they told us where Michigan was meeting up- and we got pictures. Then we headed to the Women’s Democratic Clubhouse where we got free MakeContinue reading “Art of Tea (and friend ) Making “
On our trek to the closest Methodist church we ran into a group of bikers that were trying to occupy DuPont Circle. There were only about 20-30 bikers there. And a whole lot of pro pot peeps across the street. We stepped into a Krispy Kreme to get a coffee and found myself in lineContinue reading “The Only Way Out of the Maze is Up”