Monday, January 16, 2017

POEM: There will come a day...

There will come a day
When I don't have to step over
Hallway-long train tracks to go to the bathroom
Or herds of ponies to put the laundry
Into the washing machine
When I will sleep for eight uninterrupted hours
And feed only myself.

And when that day comes
I will be all right because I will not have lost little ones
But gained fully-formed human beings
Every bit as beautiful, fascinating
And wonderful as the ones who
Built the train tracks and woke me in the night to ask
For just one more cuddle.

by Christa Terry 



Wednesday, November 9, 2016

I'm glad today...

Glad that my daughter is too young to have her self esteem negatively effected by misogynists like my president elect Donald Trump.

Because she is too young to know that she is surrounded by people who think just like he does and so have no issue voting for someone who grabs women by the pussy. Because they let him (note that he did not say 'because they want it').

Glad that my son is too young to know the word pussy and that he didn't learn it in the past two months.

Glad that I'm too old (according to his own metrics) to worry that my soon to be president, Donald Trump, might grab me by the pussy.

Glad that this election has taught me that America is clearly much more racist, ableist, and sexist and much less classy than I'd begun to believe.

Because it's easy to sit here in what is apparently the elite northeast imagining that everyone in my country values kindness, thoughtfulness, and dignity when obviously that's not the case. Knowing that will surely help me navigate the world in the future.

Glad to be able to look at my network and know without a doubt who is the kind of person who would back a presidential candidate who stood at a podium in front of hundreds of people and openly mocked a disabled reporter.

That tells me a lot about who they are.

Glad to know who among that same group believes that boasting about sexual assault is everyday locker room talk.

That tells me a lot about who they are, too.

Glad that America has a system of checks and balances in place designed for exactly this. At best, Donald Trump will be the latest demagogue to embarrass our nation on the world stage (more than likely via Twitter). At worst, he'll revoke hard won human rights that will be re-won in years ahead.

But what president elect Donald Trump likely won't be is a tyrant thanks to our political system.

Glad that a woman made it as far as she did even if when the people cast their ballots she wasn't the right woman for the job.

Glad that third parties gained traction in a national election even if realistically there needs to be more acceptance of third parties at the local and state level before the current ones will ever get a foothold at the national level.

And I'm glad that due mainly to luck I and my family will probably move through the next four years largely unaffected by any of it.

We were born here. Born white. Born straight. We have white collar jobs, enough of everything we need, and a safety net so strong I have trouble coming up with a hypothetical situation that would leave us broken.

But I know not everyone is so lucky. How easy is it to take away rights, anyway? Donald Trump has said he'd strongly consider appointing judges who would overturn the marriage equality ruling. Is it far fetched to believe it could happen? I just don't know.

Uncertainty, not fear, is my biggest source of anxiety today. That is my privilege as someone who, frankly, has nothing to be afraid of. Let me remind you again that not everyone is so lucky, just as I have been reminded by numerous friends and loved ones who have raised their voices to say "I stand with those who do have something to fear."

Regardless of who sits in the highest office in the land I am seeing solidarity. Hope. Caring. And even class.

I'm glad today of that, too.


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