Regarding Trump, I can’t imagine anything has been left unsaid but still I feel it necessary to say something. No less than the fate of our Republic is at stake. And no, I’m not kidding. - Imagine your ten-year-old son asks: “Did you see the video of Trump making fun of the guy with the funny arm?” “Yes,” you answer. “Mom said you were voting for him?” “I am.” “Why? He made fun of that guy. That’s so mean.” “Because, um, he’s going to make this country great again. And I always … [Read more...]
Last week, I casually mentioned that I’d try to share with you more of the seventeen-thousand reasons why you should not vote for Donald Trump. What I’d prefer instead is to shift from nonchalant to very serious, since there is much at stake. First, some perspective: In the last election, Mitt Romney was not my candidate. I’m an avowed Democrat and my stance on most issues is liberal and fact-based. But in 2012, if pressed, I would readily admit that Romney was smart, capable, and … [Read more...]
Where do I begin? On the front page of most newspapers last week, if there were six articles, four were about Donald Trump. This week, we’re down to two or three but still too many, particularly since any piece about the GOP presumptive nominee that is more than three letters – WTF – should be dismissed outright as indicative of a nation that has lost its mind. I cannot add to the noise without losing my own. But... …six months from today we will have our next president. IT CANNOT … [Read more...]
I’m a news junkie. After 9/11, even while cradling baby Bun Bun in my arms, I watched and read the news relentlessly. After Paris two weeks ago, the same. I kept wanting to write something, but everywhere - newspapers and blogs, Twitter and Facebook - each notion and opinion of mine was covered except, I thought, the one I couldn’t share, the idea I didn’t want to speak out loud. If I give it a voice, it might happen. I don’t want to scare my kids. And then today, the New York Times printed … [Read more...]
And because five was too many. A birthday. Miss T turned thirteen yesterday – one-three, 13, XIII – which means we now have three teenage girls living in our house. Sometimes I don’t know who they are, but mostly I do. They’re fantastic, except when they’re not, which ends up being the problem, if there is a problem. I wake up not certain of whom I will face, either over breakfast or picking up in the afternoon, though Goldie is driving herself now. (That’s a blessing, not a curse.) The … [Read more...]
The Mets lost the World Series, which means the Kansas City Royals won. KC is an excellent baseball team, yada yada, but Goldie asked Sunday night if they played in Missouri or Kansas, and I replied, “Who cares?” (It’s Missouri, by the way.) And if you think I’m being cruel, dig down deep and tell me you don’t feel the same. Mostly what’s inside is disappointment, and some concern over Daniel Murphy’s mental health. For those out of the baseball loop, he’s the Mets’ second baseman who made a … [Read more...]