It was a lesson I learned in sixth grade—that little old ladies have their favorite spots in the church pews and that I’d better not dare to sit there on Sunday mornings. My family was new to town, and I’d made a friend who invited me to church. My parents didn’t go to church, and his parents went every Sunday. I don’t remember where we sat or whether we sat with his parents. But I do remember that he steered me past a wiry grandmother with shiny gray hair, sprayed into place, who glared when I paused at her pew.
Monthly Archives: July 2016
Agree with Rubio? Never! (Well, maybe…)
This might be a first for me, but here’s something I think you should read—on a Republican senator’s web page. Whenever I think of Marco Rubio, I cringe a little and remember the “small hands” comment that embarrassed even his own family and ultimately led to his exit from the presidential race. At that point in this election cycle, it would have been unthinkable that I or anyone who shares my political views would visit his Senate web page to read his remarks on a current event. But I find myself in the odd position of agreeing with almost everything he said on Friday at a press conference in Miami: Continue reading Agree with Rubio? Never! (Well, maybe…)
Clinton Email Investigation Closed?
I’d like to be more excited about my November vote, but I can’t quite get there. If I were a politician, I’d have a hard time coming to the place where I could stand up and say enthusiastically, “I stand here today to endorse Hillary Clinton.” I’m pretty certain that what I’m about to say will never be retweeted from Hillary’s Twitter page, though I’ll support her in November.
Why? I’m a child of poverty who overcame adversity to become a teacher. I’m the daughter of a coal miner who was often out of work and who died of black lung. I’m the sister of heroin addicts who knows first-hand the devastation of the opioid epidemic. I’m a cancer survivor who wouldn’t be alive without good health insurance that paid for an expensive new drug with no generic equivalent. Though I’d never be invited to Hillary’s box if she is elected, I could be one of those visual props presidents like to point to during every State of the Union address.
But if Hillary Clinton does become president, it will be because of me and people like me. Continue reading Clinton Email Investigation Closed?