I have made the hard decision to stay home on Thanksgiving.
Would I rather be with my family, eating my mother’s sublime stuffing, and helping her put details in order? Oh, you bet.
Despite the fact that I would be the only non-Trump supporter at the table, this decision wasn’t made based on the election or what I think of the President. At least not in the way one might think.
My choice was based on COVID-19 and how alarming the numbers are at this point. So I guess technically the fact that I will take the chill-and-stay-put option on Thanksgiving is somewhat based on Donald Trump — his recklessness on the pandemic from the beginning despite what we’ve heard he knew (as recorded by Bob Woodward) and his non-action even now as the virus rages in so many areas where staff and beds are reaching and exceeding capacity. …
Nancy, how are you doing?
Hmmmm, is this a casual greeting or a real question in the time of Election 2020 and COVID-19?
“I was just in the grocery store going, ‘no, no, no’ in every aisle,” I tell my friend via text.
No to the muffin, the scone, the mac and cheese in the prepared foods section. No to the Milano cookies, the loaf of cinnamon raisin bread that would make slammin’ French toast. No to the sodium-laden tortilla chips. No to the rich Talenti Southern Butter Pecan gelato.
Keep walking, you and your Ezekiel bread, your salad fixings, your boneless chicken breasts, and your big box of Kashi fiber. …
Congratulations. You may have saved the fetuses. Look at that.
Pardon my divine sarcasm, but I just couldn’t help myself.
What’s that I hear in the distance? Your outcry over children at the United States-Mexico border being detained without their parents when they were trying to find a better life?
Oh, wait. Nope. The people most vocal about that are the ones you call “godless.” Are you surprised to know I keep track of this stuff?
Here’s the thing. Sometimes I send tests. Did you really not know that?
I created people who love other people of the same gender. You mock them and dangle their rights over their heads like a carrot on a string. …
In the documentary, The Way I See It, featuring the work of photographer Pete Souza, there is a point where he acknowledges he can no longer work as a photojournalist because he has expressed political opinions on Instagram.
To the average person, that may have just floated by in a sea of moving visual images of the Barack Obama presidency in all its joyful and wrenching moments.
But not to me. It stopped me cold. Just the way it did when Steve Schmidt, a co-founder of The Lincoln Project, said on a 60 Minutes segment last week that he and the others there could never work as Republican strategists again. …
I have a rich fantasy life these days.
Like, how great it would be to sleep through the night and not restlessly wonder what the Trump administration is dismantling, trampling, or corrupting.
I imagine lingering over multi-course meals inside restaurants with my friends, maskless, lipsticked, hugging good-bye. Maybe sitting at a bar with a glass of wine and enjoying the ambiance and even flirting again.
I fantasize about art museums and Broadway shows and botanical gardens and cafes and department stores and weight training and literary readings and travel, all things that keep popping up in my Facebook memories.
I contrive a scenario where the United States gets a universal testing system for Coronavirus nearly as sophisticated and efficient as Germany’s BEFORE the pandemic actually ends. You know, they come to you, swab, and results are back in a day. …
From the moment I was awakened to feminism in a Psychology of Women class in college back in the 1980s, I have been an avid student of it. My reading and viewing choices, even now, would exhaust many in their feminist-bent predictability.
Through that conscious effort, I learned things about women’s history that I never read in a junior high or high school textbook. In retrospect, I realized I’d gotten a solid foundation in white men’s history back then. If I wanted to go beyond that, it was going to be up to me.
So it has been roughly 40 years that I’ve been schooling myself in (mostly white) feminism. …
I don’t know if a lot of people know what it feels like to be loved in spite of your brain, but I do.
I’m not complaining. All love is nice. But there’s something about knowing you’re loved FOR your mind, not despite it, that feels like nothing else.
So a few years ago when I learned that Ruth Bader Ginsburg said of her husband Marty that he was “the only young man I dated who cared that I had a brain,” I got misty. …
I am sitting on a bench at Pier C in Hoboken, N.J., gazing at the Freedom Tower across the Hudson River, reflecting a bit during that fraught time when the planes hit the World Trade Center 19 years ago.
There, masked, I think of an impeached President running amok. We’re in grave danger.
We have not honored the dead.
What we’ve done is give in to our worst impulses, to let ourselves be divided by a madman. I don’t use that term easily. Look it up. It fits.
Last night I watched a clip of the President of the United States in Michigan, swaying his body to and fro, getting that smug look he gets when he’s about to unleash lies that he knows his audience will relish and lap up like starving cats who’ve just been given a bowl of fresh milk. …
If the Biden-Harris ticket doesn’t stand for anything, then how do progressives know they disagree with its policies?
Right out of the gate I need to state that I want to write this piece from a heart-centric place. That’s what keeps getting lost in many of our political discussions — love, kindness, empathy. I cop to this and want to work on not being so knee-jerk in my reactions to things I don’t understand. Kindly note, however, that I am not going to stray from my intellect and common sense.
So, back to my question at the top. That’s what keeps coming up for me as I go deep into where progressives speak their minds about the upcoming presidential election. The pain and anger is palpable. The finger pointing is too frequent on both sides. And I still don’t pretend to understand this particular divide, but I really want to. …
The night before we celebrated 100 years of white women finally getting the right to vote, a black woman dominated the political conversation.
“So let me be as honest and clear as I possibly can,” former First Lady Michelle Obama said in her Democratic National Convention keynote. “Donald Trump is the wrong president for our country. He has had more than enough time to prove that he can do the job, but he is clearly in over his head. He cannot meet this moment. He simply cannot be who we need him to be for us. …