Your Third Party Vote Scares Me

Good stuff from Gretchen Kelly.

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I’m hearing the whispers of the Third Party voters. You’re everywhere. You’re young, you’re old. You’re Independents, or you’re disillusioned Democrats and Republicans. There’s a lot of you this time around.

And it scares the hell out of me.

You might think I’m being dramatic. Or experiencing some longest election year ever hysteria.

But right now there is a racist, bigoted, nationalistic, white supremacist baiting, federal reserve illiterate, foreign and  domestic policy ignorant, dangerous narcissist applying for the job of the most powerful person in the world.

And your protest vote could very well be the reason he gets the job.

I understand where you’re coming from. You’re my friend who voted for Nader in 2000. You’re my friend who’s a die hard Libertarian. You’re my friend who just discovered The Green Party. Or you’re my friend who wants to vote for anyone other than Clinton or Trump and you’re flirting…

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Old Friends

To my old friends. Every single one of you. Thanks, Jan Wilberg, for writing such a beautiful post. Read more at redswrap.wordpress.com.

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Some things people say turn out to be true.

Forty years ago, my friend shouted out to me from her office, “Don’t you think we’ll know each other forever?”

It was said like confetti, a joyful thought thrown into the air, and it rained down on me like luck itself. I was a single parent, a graduate student, struggling with money, struggling with academics, wearing my turtleneck sweaters and acting the part. I didn’t have friends. I had problems as friends.

“Don’t you think we’ll know each other forever?” That seemed unlikely, improbable. She was smarter, at ease, good at things, good at laughing and making people comfortable. She was at home in her own skin; I wanted to leave mine on the coat rack by the door and become someone else. Maybe her.

Sometimes, later in my life, when I had to do scary things like talk in front…

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Five Things on a September Monday

Great post for a Tuesday morning in September, too. Read more at redswrap.wordpress.com.

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September Mondays are tricky and lovely at the same time. There’s something about their fleetingness that makes them precious, like if you died this very second with the sun shining, the wind blowing and the waves up, you’d be fine with that. It’s all theoretical, of course. We’re never fine with it. Dying.

So walking on the beach, a list came to me.

  1. I’ve never had 100% of my four kids be fine at once. So since that’s never happened, it’s going to cease being a hope of mine.
  2. I have one grandchild who tells me she doesn’t like being outside. This is astonishing and distressing to me in a thousand ways since I think being outside a lot is a big deal and fundamental for healthy living. I look at her pale face and big brown eyes like she is a  mushroom growing in the cellar. How could such…

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Snapshot #26

This one’s called “Waiting for the Service Tech Who Was Suppsed To Have Been Here Between Ten and Twelve and Still Hasn’t Arrived.”

Parents: Right Now Is All You’ve Got

Powerful stuff from my friend, Jan Wilberg. Read more at redswrap.wordpress.com.

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Last night, a drunk driver crashed into my friend’s parked car, pushing it across the grass to rest against her neighbor’s stone porch. Minutes before the crash, my friend’s daughter and grandson had been in the space obliterated by the drunk driver but they’d driven away before he turned the corner. They were all fine. The car was dead and the driver was arrested but everyone else was fine.

But it just goes to show what I’ve known for a long time.

Anything can happen.

I just put that out there for folks who think the world spins on an “If/Then” axis.

Chief among such folks would be parents who convince themselves from baby’s first cry that the end result of all their incredible effort will be a flawless child and then a perfect adult. This might be true if a drunk driver doesn’t come zooming around the corner.

Linear…

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Paltry Poultry?

Boredom set in this afternoon and I started thinking about chicken jokes. Yes, I’m warped that way. Enjoy.

Chicken shaming. It’s a thing.
But we still don’t know WHY….
What they don’t know won’t hurt her.
Beg your cat can’t do this.
Truth in advertising.
Pre-scrambled?
Maybe she could take estrohen.
Too (Chicken) Little; Too Late
Kids these days.

Peace, People!