Posted in community, COVID, politics

I Celebrate, Even by Myself

Today is pandemic social distancing day 526. COVID-19 is just as bad here as it was last winter, a viral fire fueled by misinformation and a variant tearing through the unvaccinated population that has chosen freedom without responsibility.

One day, those that spread misinformation and mistrust to further their own political aspirations will be held accountable one way or the other. I believe that. One day, we’ll peel back the layers and discover what made a portion of our population vulnerable to that misinformation. There are many theories, and I believe many causes. As a nation, we have much to examine and repair. Moreover, we have a great deal of healing to do.

A couple of months ago, I bought a very nice bottle of wine. Barrel aged for two years, smooth, delicious. I was saving it for a special occasion, but by the time I truly will get to share it with anyone, it will likely go bad.

Therefore, tonight I opened my aged, fine wine. I am celebrating being vaccinated, socially distanced, and safe. I know I have chosen the right path for myself and for others. I will continue the same course of action until it’s safe to open another bottle, another time, with others.

Posted in Uncategorized

Pandemic Social Distancing, Day 508

I’ve seen many parents send their kids off to school today/this week. So many holding their breath, not knowing what to expect. Some can’t ask their child’s teacher if they are vaccinated. Some live in states, like mine, where masks are still optional for teachers and kids.

If you are pro life, GOP governors, why would you crate laws making it illegal to mandate mask wearing to protect children and the vulnerable? It’s an honest question. Pro life should also entail what happens after a child is born. At least it does to me, that’s why I care about climate change and education and fair pay.

Parents are being forced to make decisions to keep their kids home and give up employment opportunities because their children’s lives are being used as political ping pong balls and talking points, or they can’t afford to stay home and are faced with the guilt of sending their kids into a petri dish.

Arkansas is reporting that more than 700 children are in quarantine during the first week of school. It’s only going to get worse.

Now there are reports of even more transmissible variants than Delta. We are nowhere near the end of this trial, mostly because personal responsibility has not only turned political, but also turned inward instead of outward.

PS – still working from home… for the foreseeable future.

Posted in breast cancer

10 Years of Survival, Sassy Style

Ten years ago, I had my lumpectomy surgery, removing the cancer in my breast. Today is the day I celebrate being 10 years cancer free. The time has flown by and my life has changed so much. I’ve changed so much.

This post from 2014 shows part of the journey. There’s still so far to go.

I am grateful for the last ten years. Despite COVID and other issues, I’m living my best life. Age has given me knowledge and perspective that I’m so grateful for.

I am not full of words tonight, just gratitude. Count your blessings tonight. If you need one, throw mine in.

My second Komen Walk, 2013
Posted in Activism, commentary, Equality

Selma

I had not watched Selma until today. My love for Ava DuVernay not withstanding, I knew watching it would tear me apart. Three minutes in, I was sobbing. The murders of Addie May, Carole, Cynthia, and Denise by the KKK made me scream, “Why?!” I know this was one of over 40 bombings by the KKK. Violence is never the answer.

I know Dr. Martin Luther King wasn’t perfect, but he answered the call. He acted. Peacefully. He incited peaceful protests. He led marches. He lived the words he spoke.

It’s been nearly two weeks since non-peaceful insurrectionists, white supremacists, invaded our Capitol while Congress was in session with the intent to harm. They gleefully recorded their exploits and posted them in various places, including Parler, a cesspool of white supremacists, neo nazis and a few people wandering in because they believe they are being censored (they aren’t) elsewhere.

They are having the nerve to act surprised that they are being arrested for breaking into the Capitol building (a felony), stealing Capitol property, and vandalizing what they proudly proclaimed as “our House.”

Some were armed. Some beat a policeman with a Blue Lives Matter flagpole. A policeman, trying to keep these insurrectionists from killing Congressmembers, died. Their grievance? Believing the lies peddled by the soon to be former administration. Their grievance? Butt hurt that whites are losing their grip on the power they’ve kept through voter suppression and maximizing their minority through that suppression and other means.

Why is equality so scary to some? Fear is driving these people to attack the very foundations of our democracy and spew hatred while praying to God. It’s been 55 years since the beginning of the Civil Rights movement and we’re still so far behind where we need to be as a nation.

If you are one of the white supremacists that marched into the Capitol building, you aren’t being persecuted, you are being held accountable. You stood up for someone who couldn’t care a rat’s ass about you, and you will pay the price for your actions and he will not rescue you.

I, myself, dream of a vibrant, “minority-majority” society. One where we can live together in harmony, celebrating each others’ differences, and celebrating our shared humanity. I believe it’s still possible, but only if we acknowledge that there’s still a problem, and only if we cut out the heart of the white supremacist movement and stand up for all people.