A Letter I Cannot Send.

Good morning. There’s something I want to tell you.  Something I cannot tell you because you are my father.  My boss.  My president.  You think what you are doing is best, even if that is grossly misguided.  I acknowledge and respect your effort… if not the result. So lets talk. I am a woman. That’s awesome. I […]

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Yesterday

I am hooked on the Women’s March. I don’t care where you marched.  I don’t care if you marched physically or marched in spirit.  I just want to say thank you. I’ve been browsing today and looking at the reactions.  Most are elated, empowered, invigorated.  The others remind me of an elementary school playground.  It’s like […]

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Stand in Solidarity

I want to talk about the Women’s March on Washington.  And London.  And Dublin.  And Berlin.  And Houston.  And anywhere our activists can get to, all over the country… all over the world.  There are a lot of people who are enraged by this movement.  Who see hypocrisy in it.  I’ve spent a lot of […]

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Struggle

I hate that I have such a difficult time holding my tongue. As a teenager, it was a constant struggle.  I would end up in screaming matches with my father, my ex-boyfriend and I were a mess together, and I would even regularly aggravate my boss.  I’ve always had very strong, very contrary-to-my-family opinions, and […]

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Devastation

It is difficult to verbalize how heartbroken, disappointed, and frightened I am.  I try desperately not to be political – I learned young that picking fights with my supposedly omniscient father was inadvisable.  Somewhere, he is celebrating today. I, personally, am not. I am sitting at my desk in a room of like-minded people, people […]

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