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I have never lived in a world where my right to vote, as a woman, was threatened. Until now. And I am here to ring the alarm bell.  For weeks I have been stewing in my outrage over the SAVE ACT which has now passed the House and is on its way to the Senate.  Although it is being disguised as a “national security” bill to quell supposed fears of non-existent illegal voting, what it really does is strategically and purposefully disenfranchise millions of voters, most of them women.  First of all, it is already illegal for non-citizens to vote, and election audits have proven that attempts at illegal voting by non-citizens are extremely rare despite unsubstantiated claims to the contrary. Either way, the law already exists and the penalties for illegal voting are harsh.  So this bill does nothing new for that effort.  It is all smoke and mirrors to distract us from its more sinister intention. What it does do, is essentially create a poll tax for the 79% of w...
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Facts and Feelings

When I was a kid, I entered an essay contest at the urging of my father. The given topic was "Freedom: Our Most Precious Heritage". There were no rules. Just to write about what that title meant to me. I spent a lot of time thinking about my father's military service and my appreciation for being born into a country where freedom was a gift given before I was born, one bestowed on us all as birthright but not earned, and not guaranteed.  I came in 2nd. The judges said it was a hard decision but they felt the guy who won did so because he compiled a lot of research.  Mine was more feelings, and although compelling and passionate, his was full of facts. And facts take time to research. Feelings just are. (Apparently the judges were unaware how many drafts my feelings actually require 😳) I think that has always sat with me in a negative way. Like I need to be a historian to speak about something. As if my voice isn't valuable on its own. Weeks ago, I committed to writin...
Sometimes when I am having trouble finding my words I look to what I would say to my nephew.  As I sat in my own struggle with how to proceed with this blog, this is what came to me.  These are my words to him to be read when he is old enough to understand them... My precious little man. I promised myself that every time something major happened in our world or in your life I would write about it for you.  Like a time capsule of things you were too small to remember.  But these last few months have been unspeakable.  I have not been able to put any of it into words.  But it is my obligation and duty to do this so that someday you can read these words and know what was going on around you as you grew and studied and became part of this world.  These words are probably more important than any birthday timestamp or milestone mention.  They are the very words of our precious and fragile democracy and the freedom you were born to, the freedom that ha...
I hate that I have had to start caring hard about politics.  I hate that I have had to start researching every damn meme I see, every article I read, every quote because I need to sort out FACTS as best I can from a social and media system designed to confuse and terrify with salacious headlines and clickbait.  I hate that I want so badly to speak with my voice but am silent because there is so much coming at me that I can’t even understand ONE thing before 75 more things hit me in the face!  It has always been the job of the politician to represent their constituents, to show up at the job they were elected to do, to understand that job and make sure that the people were cared for, that the constitution of our country was upheld, to fight the battles that most of us are neither equipped to fight or care to. We, the people, have HIRED the representatives in our government with our VOTES.  Some of us have put more of an effort into that right and responsibility than o...