I feel like I need to write about today. That Wee One will want to know. That history will want to know.
Today, Biden and Harris were declared the winners of our elections. He wasn’t my first choice in the primaries, but I’m good with him.
But wow – a woman is the Vice President elect. The Vice President! And a Black woman! An Indian woman! A first generation American! For the first time in American history, a woman is in the second highest office of my government.
Continue reading “Election 2020, Pt. 2”
This year and this week, as Thanksgiving is featured so prominently in the minds of people in and from the United States, I am thinking more about the Native communities who are depicted in the original Thanksgiving myth and their descendants of today.
Continue reading “The First Thanksgiving”
If we were having coffee, it would be after I put Wee One down for her nap, so an afternoon coffee. I tried to take WO to church this morning. Alas, this was their “celebration day,” so instead of having an earlier and later service, they just had one. Which we missed. I know I shouldn’t take it personally, but I sort of do. The upshot is that it is like three minutes from Casa In-Laws, so hopefully, it will be a nice church to go to.
Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share #41”
This past Tuesday, during the presidential election when everyone thought Hillary would win, scores of voters covered Susan B. Anthony’s gravestone with “I Voted” stickers. The woman’s suffrage activist (I mean, suffrage for white women; not true suffrage) obviously believed women should and could vote, but could she have imagined voting for a woman president?
Continue reading ““Now He Knows Who Killed Kennedy””
A daily prompt about history, asking to which period of human history I think I belong, if not the present one. I think I do belong to right now because right now is the summation of all those “agos,” and something I like the most about being part of now is being able to imagine those agos. I like to imagine history; I like to pretend that I’m in a certain place and time, that my life is other than it is (especially when I’m on the road).
I have also thought about past lives, if I have had them. There are certain ages and peoples to whom I feel a particular pull, and I wonder if it’s because my past selves have interacted with them. Holy people in India, or at least my imagining of them as I’ve read. Native American tribes tribes before the Europeans. An academic in England. A family is the Russian tundra. In Andalucia during Moorish Spain. A daughter to Mary Magdelene, to hear stories at her feet.
I can easily learn about all of these things in the 21st century and, for the most part, visit the different places. Which only supplies and feeds further imaginings.