Dear Politicians, I voted today. Now get off your asses or give me back the $25 I sent you.
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From the category archives:
Play nice. (Religion & Politics)
I have some difficult decisions to make, decisions that consume me. I can’t shake them off my shoulders, no matter how hard I try.
So last night, I gave up on decision-making. I went to an old-fashioned, rowdy, country Fourth of July party in Ballston Spa, New York, complete with burgers, hot dogs, real dogs, kids, trampoline, bonfire, beer, secret ganja and a terrific band. And “Billy” kept all his fingers, as far as I know.
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While my daughters knelt
before an altar of Barbie imposters
and their dollar disco dresses,
I prayed to you, a test-drive
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Dear God. I pulled over in the gravel, cringed as traffic flew by, narrowly missing the turtle with zooming tires.
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I slow some more and feel myself cringing. This had better be good. The last frickin’ thing I need is the latest serial killer, Reindeer Man.
He’s still not moving. This is full-on face-off now. He’s in some weird brown suit. Ambitious Halloween dress rehearsal. What the hell?
His eyes lock on mine.
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I’ve tried to shut it out, tried to develop a tougher hide recently. I’ve tried to focus on the positive—two wonderful little girls who make me laugh, a mother nearby who loves me with all her heart, family and friends everywhere who care very much, dogs who remind me again and again what it is to live purely and simply and appreciate small comforts.
Late last night, the sadness won out—the sense of, no, no, this can’t be my life, this should not be happening, this cannot possibly be happening. I felt the familiar panic, the sensation of drowning, waves of misery swelling. This is not what I want. I want hope, contentment. I cannot find it, cannot see it anywhere on the horizon.
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I won’t wish you all a Happy New Year, because the fact is, it won’t all be happy. But may you have places to go when your strength is waning in 2009. May there be more contentment than discontentment. And may we all get better at counting our blessings.
I wish you Magic Moxieful Challah Bread, all.
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This said “WOW” before, but somehow that post got erased when I tried to write a new one. May be quiet for a bit. Out of commission. Sending love.
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My brain has morphed into a shifting patchwork quilt of red and blue states. Tomorrow? If you pump my arm? My eyes will do that little cartoon-slot-machine thing (CHA-CHING! CHA-CHING! ONE RED STATE! ONE BLUE STATE! DAMN! TRY AGAIN!), all day long.
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