Given the firehose of outrages spewing from Washington, I feel I should take to the streets in protest, but I wouldn’t know what to write on my cardboard sign.
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Values
Category: Politics
I thought that by focusing on small, joyful things, I might minimize the horror building in my chest.
A commemorative plate, my first vote, my mother at Jimmy Carter’s inaugural, Bob’s undergrad, and carrying the trash.
My mother’s article with her impressions of Jimmy Carter’s Presidential Inauguration on January 20, 1977.
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Summer Hypnosis
How I found myself swaddled in a cocoon of global warming