Back to school this year resulted in tears – mommy tears.
In choosing 1st term Alaskan Governor Sarah Palin as his VP pick,McCain and his advisors have demonstrated how thick headed they arewhen it comes to women. Do they honestly believe women are so stupid tovote purely for a woman? I supported Hillary because she was a smart,experienced woman who supported and has spent her life fighting for theissues I believe in, and I felt confident she would be a great AmericanPresident.
Apparently, Republicans were desperate to choose a woman, notactually caring about experience or judgment, but solely focused onchanging the dialogue and showing how bold they can be. Also, she isstaunchly pro-life – an effort to attract the Republican conservativebase. Is that going to attract the women voters who believe in theirown right to choose?
The Obama/Biden ticket represents change, but also wise judgment,experience, hope and a new direction at its core. It is a choice thatis the right one for America, not made just for a news headline.
Obama inspired, challenged, empowered. Incredible.
Every night before we go to bed, my daughters and I talk about our
worst and best parts of the day. Today, we all agreed that the best
part was watching Michelle Obama’s warm and passionate speech, and then
seeing her girls come onto the stage. As a mom, I felt we were
experiencing a piece of history together…
The fact that today a smart, articulate, beautiful and accomplished
black woman from the South side of Chicago stood before seasoned
politicians, an audience of men and women, of whites, blacks, Latinos
(and did you see the Indian sardar on CNN!), and addressed the world on
national television, to celebrate the accomplishments of American
society through her own story, is something to be proud about.
When she spoke about being at the crossroads of a woman’s right to
vote and the anniversary of Martin Luther Kings “I Have a Dream”
speech, Michelle Obama recognized the accomplishments of the so many
leaders that came before her. Most importantly, she set a tone of
dignity and a reminder of what we are capable of as a humanity.
“And as I tuck that little girl and her little sister
into bed at night, I think about how one day, they’ll have families of
their own. And one day, they – and your sons and daughters – will tell
their own children about what we did together in this election. They’ll
tell them how this time, we listened to our hopes, instead of our
fears. How this time, we decided to stop doubting and to start
dreaming. How this time, in this great country – where a girl from the
South Side of Chicago can go to college and law school, and the son of
a single mother from Hawaii can go all the way to the White House – we
committed ourselves to building the world as it should be.”
As a mom, I was grateful that my daughters heard the words of
gratitude, hope, and pride from Michelle Obama. As I tucked my
daughters in tonight, Michelle Obama’s powerful, personal words indeed
echoed in our home…
The death of 140 people, including over 30 children, is utterly tragic. When I first read about the stampede, I immediately had a bodily sensation imagining the chaos and tragedy of the scene. Having done several pilgrimages in India, I could feel the crowds saying their prayers as they proceeded to the holy site. Women wearing chappals as they scurried their kids along. Some worshippers crawling, others being carried. The sounds of mantras and prayer and song, laugher from the children… The push of those eager to move forward, and the lack of personal space that is so foreign to those not living in India. Yet faith seems to prevail in the midst of such tragedies. Similar tragedies have occurred in Mecca during the Haj and in India — but the pilgrims still continue to walk in their steadfast faith.
Check out the reference to Gotham’s blog on McCain from Intentblog on this video — its at 4:53 on the time bar…
I have to admit, I do not know how to react to the pregnant man – who has now given birth to his daughter. For anyone who knows me, I am generally very “liberal” in my construct of family. I staunchly believe in gay marriage and the notion that all sexual orientations, like races, should be respected and are normal. I also firmly believe that gay parents are parents that love and have the same challenges as heterosexual parents, single parents, etc. So perhaps it just will take some time to accept the normalcy of a man – a transgender individual – giving birth. I confuse myself in my own rationalization – if he was a man who was once a woman who kept his organs does that really make him a man. And does any of that matter. I retreat back to my need just to take time to accept it. Beatie, the pregnant man, says: “Different is normal and love makes a family. And that’s all that matters.” That is a statement I do wholeheartedly do accept.
When I was 16-years-old, I spent a summer in the Dominican Republic volunteering to help build facilities in a remote village. Los Guantes was accessible best by foot, and you had to cross a river to get there. The rickety bridge across the river was so sketchy, that it was safer to actually wade through the water.
I lived in a two-bedroom shack, with a young couple, their elderly mother, 3 little girls, two dogs, 5 chickens and a goat. The kitchen was a separate shack, and the fields or the river bank served as our natural grounds for our morning rituals.
In my idealistic worldview, I had joined this organization to do my part to educate rural people about health and wellness (Our job in Los Guantes was to build latrines). I truly believed, when I left home, that I was setting out to help humanity. In reality, my parents reluctantly paid money for me to live in a shack where I dug up dirt to build make shift toilets that probably were never used!
That said, my summer