I have really been an emotional roller coaster these last two weeks. Our new president frightens me so much and I have been alternating between weeping in depression and fear, and getting angry and taking back my power (and therefore being productive around the house). My Facebook feed has turned into a political forum. Gone are the LOLcats and kid pictures. Everything is about our president and his hateful, planet-destroying behaviors. In response I’ve decided to become a revolutionary and (re-)join a riot. Continue reading
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I am not an activist. I don’t attend rallies, call my congressmen, or stump for causes or candidates. It isn’t that I don’t feel strongly about things. I do. My energy is better directed through other methods, though. I have a family to take care of on a daily basis. My teenagers are passionate about justice, so I think I am doing something right. As much as I would love to pack up and head out west to join the thousands in North Dakota, I can’t. It is my job to raise the next generation instead. Since I can’t go there, I am so glad that there are others who can and do. I am thankful for our water protectors. Continue reading