If You See Something, Say Something

When my kids were small enough for peek-a-boo, they’d sit, a chubby toddler hand across their eyes. “Can you see me?” they’d squeal, peeking through their fingers. To them, the logic was simple: if they couldn’t see me, surely I couldn’t see them. A year ago, I found myself in a situation with someone waxing lyrical…

The Mother of All Elections

I know I’m not alone in experiencing what’s become known as “election fatigue”. I’m exhausted; head-scratching, rage-inducing, gag-me-with-a-spoon, rant-riddled exhausted. But I think I’ve finally figured out one reason why. Being a Democrat this election cycle has been like parenting a two-year old. For eighteen months the GOP has been throwing the mother of all tantrums. Over-tired toddler in…

Pssst…Millennials–Gen X Here. Can We Have a Word?

Dear Millennials, I keep reading about your disillusionment with the political process, about your lack of enthusiasm for the candidates you have to choose from. I get it. Try, if you will, to cast you mind back to the 80s. We were a generation that came of age at the height of the AIDS/HIV crisis. We…

Apology Not Accepted

Warning: Explicit language below I woke this morning to the news of (yet another) Trump scandal. Despite the nastiness he’s been spewing about women on the record for the last 18 months, it took the nastiness he said off the record ten years ago to finally get Donny to apologize. Sort of. Not only him, but…