
Election day isn’t until November 7, but I swung by the county government center today and cast my vote early. This is something Long COVID is not going to stop me from doing!
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Election day isn’t until November 7, but I swung by the county government center today and cast my vote early. This is something Long COVID is not going to stop me from doing!
Continue reading “One Small Act”
Are you willing to use the power you have in the service of what you say you believe?
-Audre Lorde
We’d scheduled a White House tour for the morning after the election. My 10-year-old son was already excused from school for the day. Through the night, the red stain bleeding across the map tangled me into a knot of sleepless apprehension. It drew tighter every time I reached for the phone to pull up CNN. As the unreality of our new president crystallized into fact, fear of what will happen to our nation, to my neighbors and our shared home — and the uncertainty about how to be a mother through it all — metastasized from compulsion to obsession.
Thank goodness for The Washington Post. Where else would a tired mama go to learn about the candidates in a local election? It is tough to rally for these in-between years – not a Congressional Rep or Governor on the ballot. All the obscure offices are up for grabs. These may have a greater impact on Bug’s and my immediate existence than the presidency, but I am still oblivious to who is running the community show. I am not alone. Yesterday’s paper forecast low turnout at today’s Virginia polls. I refuse to be among the missing.