Despair is Not an Option

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Despair is NOT an Option

Oh how I wish I had the luxury to be uninvolved, to return to my pre-November 9th days of writing, reading, and thinking that sense and dignity and intelligence would certainly prevail. My life was upended that early morning – and while I long to return to the rhythm of my days, while I long to believe that my calls, emails to our elected representatives will be at least heard if not accepted, I admit to more than one episode of near-despair.

On a state and national level, it feels like events are moving in a helter-skelter, out-of-control battle, Republican officials racing to undo progress made in moving our country toward a forward-looking, accepting society, to institute laws, regulations that they think will make the country “great again,” to accept baseless tweets and opinions as facts. Environmental protections, consumer safeguards, rational gun control laws, healthcare coverage – the rush to decimate, to unravel anything done or espoused by the former President. Yes, hard not to despair of an administration that wants to bring back coal, restrict the rights and privileges of our citizens, build a wall, ban Muslims.  I must ask for what purpose?

Yes, down the list of 45’s platforms are limits of congressional terms and lobbying jobs. I’d like to see some progress on those issues. Instead, he seems to be working hard to take us back to the 1950s, a time that his supporters seem to view through sepia lenses. As far as I know, time-travel only exists in novels.

Preaching to the choir I am most likely. And I promise that this will be my last dirge for a while. My second historic novel, Echoes from the Alum Chine, is close to being born. You’ll hear more-than-you-want-to-hear about that over the next months.

Meanwhile, I won’t despair, and I wish the same for you.

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So Proud to be a Woman!!

I drafted this post on Friday evening, after a day of tears. I was fighting hard not to feel hopeless. And then today — the march.  To watch such a overwhelming outpouring of emotion, and love, and understanding — all over the world — what a shot in the arm….thanks to those who marched, thanks to those who, while their bodies might not have been there, shared their hearts and souls. Hope….what a feeling…..

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For me, and for most us who are sickened by this spectre of the presidency, this is not about politics, not about a Republican defeating a Democrat. Had the Republican nominee been sane, more prepared, more qualified than the current president, there would have been disappointment, for sure, but not this visceral repugnance and fright that has gripped so many.

This is not about politics; this is about the man whom our electoral college has chosen to be the leader of the free world. And yes, I understand that he is our president. But I will work each day to use this energy roiling inside me to bring about change that will make us feel proud of our country and its citizens.

We say goodbye to a man of integrity, of intelligence, of grace, a man whose gravitas befitted the role of our leader. The baton has been passed to a narcissistic vulgarian who doesn’t read, who surrounds himself with toadies, whose grasp of the world begins and ends with his own ego.

And how interesting, and  how comforting, that this has brought many of us closer together. At my annual mammogram on Friday afternoon, the registrar asked me how I was doing. Our eyes met and we both started to cry, and took solace in each other, without using words. Such is the heart and soul connection among so many women now. Now to channel this energy into action.

So, a heartfelt thank you to friends, Facebook allies, and those who understand.

We will not get over it.

We will not accept this as the new normal.

We will not give up hope.

We will not give up.

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