Are We in the After?

I hear your question, “How are you feeling?” and see that you expect an answer. I’d be happy to help but, truth is, I’m stumped.

It isn’t that I feel nothing. It’s that I feel everything: fury at the Republicans’ blasphemy, their smug winking at lies, and the soothing contentment of snuggling with my granddaughter. I’m not lacking in feelings. I just don’t know which one will come visiting next….

Whoa — Not so Fast

I see myself becoming part of the crowd rushing to the pandemic’s exit. Enough already. I’ve had two shots — thank you, science — and I’m ready to break out of isolation. I have things to do, places to go and people I’ve missed. Here I come!

Well, almost. There’s a still, small voice within me offering a whispered warning: “Easy does it, Mary — you might want to think before you act….”

Persuaded to be Embarrassed

didn’t want to watch the news as the congressional Republicans booed Liz Cheney out of leadership. It was too troubling. Her offense was that she refused to stop telling the truth. God bless her.

That truth-telling has become grounds for removal from a Party’s leadership is itself shocking. Even more shocking, to me, is that no one doing the booing and subsequent voting seemed to suffer even a slight pang of shame. There was no evident embarrassment. It was just “good riddance” to a problem, where truth was the basic problem…