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Man, do I miss my mom right now. I listened to Bill’s speech on my commute home from work (I missed the part that a few pundits are calling creepy) and basically just wept the whole way home. I turned the TV on when I got home and listened to the end (Bill, it seems, does go on) and told the kids to fight over a ball in the other room and cried some more.
Listening to all of Hillary’s public service achievements was incredible. And it reminded me of my mom’s funeral service. She did so much, she was such a good person, she volunteered and worked hard and came from so little and taught her daughters to be strong and dammit, I wish she was here so I could call her and say, “Thanks mom.”
We’d probably discuss what is going on with Bill’s teeth. We’d talk about how he conveniently skipped that part where Hillary stuck by him even though he couldn’t keep it in his pants. We’d talk about how after everything the Republicans, Berners, and just regular women throw at her she still manages to get out of bed, can we get her psychiatrists number? We’d talk about how we hope she wears something good at the inauguration and how we’d DEFINITELY be there, it is my birthday after all. We’d talk about how my boys will grow up with a woman in the White House! One who is actually running things! And we’d probably talk about how mad my dad will be when she’s running things.
I miss my mom. I’m so happy for the country today. For our kids. For our moms.
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Published by admin on 27 Jun 2016
It is very freeing to do a password protected post. That is, until you have to DM everyone the password. I have to figure out an easier way to do that. Also, if anyone knows WordPress well enough to explain why people can’t comment, I’d be happy to take that advice. If not, it’s cool, it’s probably better to just email me or DM me the comments anyway, even though that probably is ALSO kind of a pain in the ass, for you. (That sentence is grammatically the worst I could do, brain not thinky at moment.)
Blogging just ain’t what it used to be. (Looks over edge of glasses, tries to find cane, shakes martini instead.)
If you want the password and aren’t on twitter, just shoot me an email, there are very few people I won’t give it to, I promise you aren’t one of them. Unless you are. And in that case, let’s not make this awkward. Or should we? It is my actual domain, after all.
Hey, so, what should we talk about now? Sky is the ACTUAL LIMIT, I don’t know shit about anything beyond that.
Published by admin on 26 Jun 2016
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I’ve had this little blog for 12 years. Recently, I went through and made just about my entire archive private. It was time for some of those weird, incomprehensible early posts to stop living on the internet and it was time for other reasons. I’m all grown up and a different writer now than I was back then. I do, however, stand by everything I’ve written, even the really terribly overwrought stuff, maybe especially that. As far as diaries go, this one is the longest I’ve ever been able to keep consistently and I hope I’ll be able to keep writing here until we can use our mind writers and my grandchildren are telling me, “No, grandma, you just think it. NO, NOT THAT WAY.” All of this is to say, occasionally a post is going to pop here that is password protected. It’s not my favorite thing. I HATE having to ask for a password when I’m reading a blog and there’s a post that’s protected, so I get it. But I also need to be able to write somewhere that’s safe and that I can share with a limited audience. I hope you understand. Finally, I’ll leave you with this Anne Lamott quote that I find useful in times like this.
“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” – ANNE LAMOTT
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