are we worthy of our own opinions expressed in our own space??

I woke up this morning like every morning. Happy to see my little world. I had a great oncology appointment yesterday so waking up was a little more special today. Then I looked outside and Mother Nature had given us a magical little snow frosting over the back woods.

Then, and please cue the screeching record sound in your head, I made the mistake of checking in on Facebook. Yesterday I had posted a Bloomberg News article about Attorney General William Barr saying that the US Justice Department has found no evidence of widespread voter fraud.

There was also some commentary about using the criminal justice system to pursue legal battles that are better suited for civil court systems. I found this interesting so I posted it. And I don’t post much about the post election or try not to. Truthfully, I’m tired of reading about it. One guy won and the other guy lost and we need to all get on with our lives.

Overnight post article posting a bit more of my timeline seemingly exploded. It started with someone literally saying an article from Bloomberg News was “fake news”. Alrighty then.

This person went on to list their curriculum vitae and life accomplishments as justification for her opinion. I kind of quietly said to her that I knew she was a Trump supporter and that was her opinion and that was fine, but essentially not to say one of the more reputable news sites in this country is publishing “fake news”.

But the comments didn’t stop. And soon this person was literally quoting their entire curriculum vitae or résumé as justification for their statements. That they were a former journalist and award-winning blogger and writer and had worked on political campaigns and was on the board of non-profits. And what does this have anything to do with what we were discussing?

I have been blessed in my life to know lots of interesting people. And for all those people who do include quite literally award-winning writers and journalists, and renown political strategists and campaign managers and more, not one of them has ever kind of made me start out my day feeling like a lesser human being.

Because I am not an award-winning blogger and haven’t written any books does that mean I have less value than other people? Does that mean if we don’t have those credentials specifically we shouldn’t have opinions?

Is there a New World pecking order that I am somehow unaware of?

Why I also find this upsetting is this is a person who belongs to several groups for women who support other women. Either via mentorship or showing mutual support for female owned businesses and how is this supportive? How are you supporting anyone in this world when you use your résumé as a defense of your opinion yet in the same moment make others feel less worthy?

I know so many amazingly accomplished people. I celebrate their successes and I’m glad to know them. But these people don’t make others feel bad about their lives and possibly their life choices. Am I as accomplished as a lot of my friends? No but we all give to this world differently, which doesn’t make any of us lesser human beings in my opinion.

I feel that in the USA the past few years has changed so many people. And not necessarily for the better. It used to be (because that’s what our forefathers fought for), that we could have different opinions and not feel attacked. But since the election it’s only gotten worse. And here we are at the end of a terribly long and difficult year in the season that is supposed to be magical, and will it be?

We all don’t have to have the same opinion. Nor should I be made to feel on my personal social media page that I am a lesser human being.

And of course if you go to this person’s timeline they say if anyone posts anything negative about a photo of this year’s White House decorations they will delete the comments. It’s that old do as I say not as I do approach, However, in a sense that is OK because it’s their timeline so people want to respect that, so why not equally respect my timeline on Facebook? (And truthfully this year the decorations look better than they have in the past few years. It looks more like Christmas and less like the Jadis the Narnia white witch ice queen lives in a castle there.)

Sorry not sorry, but I don’t wish to belong to some insecure writers support group. And yes, I actually am a writer. Maybe I won’t ever write a book, and maybe my blog won’t ever win awards, but I’m also not a lesser human being for my efforts.

The world is a big place and we should be able to express our opinions. Or even post an article we find interesting on our own Facebook timeline. I see plenty of things posted by people I like that I completely disagree with, and I don’t feel the need to comment on these things. For the most part I kind of scroll on by. If it’s some thing that I really disagree with I might send them a private message, but that’s it. I don’t pollute their timelines. I try to respect their virtual space.

2020 has been the year from hell for all of us if we’re honest. We have survived a global pandemic, but it has affected every aspect of our lives and our children’s lives and our friends lives and the lives of the people with small businesses we support. so instead of screaming a legitimate news source is fake news why don’t we try to support each other instead?

Thank you for coming along with me on this ramble this morning. I felt I needed to explore all of this because what I saw on my own timeline is happening on the Facebook timelines of people everywhere. We all don’t have to agree, we don’t even have to agree to disagree, but we need to respect people social media pages as their own kind of like a virtual house.

Celebrate the blessings that we have.

Thanks for stopping by.

rabbit, rabbit

Do you say “rabbit, rabbit“ at the beginning of each month? I have since I was a little girl.

“Rabbit rabbit rabbit” is a tradition found in Britain and North America wherein a person says or repeats the words “rabbit”, “rabbit” and/or “rabbit, rabbit white rabbit” aloud upon waking on the first day of a month, to ensure good luck for the rest of it.

Today is December 1, 2020 in the year of COVID-19.

We have all survived thus far, and we need to make it to 2021.

So please, follow the COVID-19 protocols and wear masks and socially distance, and prepare for very small Christmas gatherings. We have to do it this way because you’re already seeing serious upswings in virus numbers because people didn’t pay attention over Thanksgiving although they were basically bagged from coast to coast.

Rabbit, rabbit.

threads of life

I was messaging with a friend today. We were talking about many things including friends we had lost in 2020. And she made the comment that metaphysics taught her about life being similar to a giant cobweb. She said there is no such thing as coincidence in her opinion; everything and everyone are connected.

Threads.

My friend is Italian or at least half Italian like me. I really am not sure which it is. But she laughed and said that Italians always look to find a thread. I agree with her — we do look to find the thread, it’s sort of inherent in our DNA. A thread is a connection. A connection brings us together as humans.

There are all of these threads the tie us together. How we meet people and become friends. Who we meet them through. Look at our communities. There are threads everywhere which tie us together. Schools, church, neighborhoods, volunteer work. Life in general.

In the Chinese culture, a red thread is believed to connect us all together. Think of it as a beautiful red ribbon. It weaves in and out, throughout our lives, throughout our communities.

If you look at Kabbalistic traditions, read is a symbol of courage, bravery, and protection against what people referred to as the “evil eye.” The whole “evil eye“ of it all is actually a symbol of someone you feel who looks at you with negative energy and jealousy. And that’s not what I’m talking about here.

If you are speaking specifically about wearing a red thread, it can be that these red threads or cords are supposed to bring luck and offer protection but also serve as a reminder of the vows if Buddhist vows were taken.

However the ancient Chinese legend to which my friend alluded, the red thread of fate, is this invisible thread that ties us all together, as in all of us whose lives will intertwine at some point. The Chinese god of marriage, Yue Lao, looks over this.

In Christianity I am told the red thread symbolizes redemption. I think in essence, the tradition of a red thread crosses over many cultures. And today things get blended tradition-wise.

I don’t wear a red thread, but I know people who do and who have. When I’m talking about this thread today I am visualizing the threads that softly twirl around us joining us together at different parts of our life or throughout our lives. More simply put, I’m speaking about the threads that tie us together and even draw us together.

There is that other old adage of people enter your life for a reason, a season, or for life. Personally I have found it difficult at times mourning the loss of people who are only around for a reason or a season and I thought they would be around for the entirety of our lives. However, even when people aren’t in your life anymore sometimes there are still these ties, these connections. Sometimes not. It really just depends how life happens.

I don’t ever pretend to have all the answers. And I certainly don’t exist on a mystical plane. I just think about these things because I think you have to sometimes. As human beings we are tied together. Our paths cross. We impact each others lives. That’s why I think the people in this country need to get back to the business of living and put aside the business of ugly politics and in essence, worshiping false political prophets.

Life is short. Value it. Value each other.

Thanks for stopping by.

gather wisely. give thanks.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. A very beloved national holiday. And yes it is the year 2020, or the year of COVID19 and ugly politics.

However, it’s also the year that as a country we have started to come together and say enough to the specter of racism which has haunted our country for a very long time.

It’s definitely a year where more seems broken than fixable. Yet here we are. And we’re still standing. So we should indeed come together and give thanks.

Our first Thanksgiving in this country was basically people coming together to give thanks that they survived. I think that should resonate with all of us after the way 2020 has treated us.

In Pennsylvania, people are fixated on the fact that a lot of people won’t be able to go out to bars tonight. That they’re shutting down the sales of alcohol after a certain time. I was somewhat disgusted last night to see on the news a bar that was opening at 6 AM so they could make sure they serve all their drinks. In my humble opinion that’s playing Russian Roulette with their lives and the lives of others and is morally questionable.

Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of friends in the service/hospitality industry. Businesses are suffering terribly. But we’re talking about a global pandemic which is already spiking again way past our wildest imaginings. I know people whose restaurants have closed and will never reopen which makes me really sad. But I think wanting to keep people from gathering in large numbers right now isn’t a bad thing. It’s more like common sense. I have said it before to let history be your guide. Look at the last time a global pandemic gripped this country in 1918. In the Philadelphia area alone, it’s spread like wild fire because the parade wasn’t canceled.

If you want to support your local restaurants and businesses, and want to be safe, contact them and find out what kind of gift cards or gift certificates they offer. That will keep money coming into them and keep everyone safe until people feel more comfortable. Maybe it won’t be the monetary bonanza that everyone seeks this time of year, but if enough of us do that a lot of these places might be able to squeak by until 2021 when hopefully life will return if not to the old normal, a new normal.

Like it or not, and again let history be your guide, life will be a new normal. It won’t be the same old same old. And maybe it shouldn’t be. Maybe this life reset we have experienced in 2020 has a larger meaning. Maybe it’s wanting us as Americans to get back to basics and appreciate what we already have and not be spoiled about what we don’t have right now.

Someone said to me yesterday that they weren’t going to really decorate for the holidays and even set a pretty table for Thanksgiving. I disagree wholeheartedly. I think if ever there was a year where we should deck the halls and use our good dishes, it’s this year. What are we waiting for? Maybe our pods will be smaller and our holiday tables won’t be bursting at the seams, but we’re alive. And we have survived 2020 thus far.

Instead of the glass half empty, maybe it’s the glass half full. It’s not what we thought the year would be when we rang it in on January 1, but it’s the hand fate has dealt us.

Give thanks tomorrow for what you still have and the people you still have in your life. Give thanks to the memories and the good times of the people who are no longer with us. Remember them fondly and with laughter. Just try to put aside the negative energy that has had us in the grip of stress all year long. And I really wish that the news would stop interviewing fools not wearing masks at places like major train stations complaining that their personal liberties are being impinged upon as they’re getting ready to board a train to go visit family. How about all of those complaining stop being selfish for five minutes? Maybe it’s not all about these lovers of purportedly missed freedoms, maybe it’s respecting and loving your family, friends, neighbors, and even strangers enough that everyone does things differently this year. It’s one year. And maybe you don’t believe that there is a virus, but given all of the millions of people who have died worldwide? Their families might beg to differ. We’re all a long time dead, right?

So tomorrow parades, football, and our Thanksgiving tables themselves will look much different. But we should still celebrate and give thanks for still standing at this point in this crazy ass year.

Gather wisely. Give thanks hugely.

Wishing all of my readers a happy and safe Thanksgiving.

roam with the angels, marine

In September, I wrote a post about my growing up friend Tiger, who was battling horrible cancer. This morning at 6:15 AM, Tiger went home to God.

His beloved wife Sarah was at his side.

One of his brothers contacted me, who is another kind of forever friend at this point. I owe my two friends whom I was with at the an apology, because I completely lost my composure (in a face mask no less) when I got the news. I knew the end was coming, but I don’t think you’re ever completely prepared for it nevertheless.

Tiger was also a friend to my husband growing up. They were in the same class in high school at Shipley. I was the year ahead of them. Tiger and I had been friends since I think I was about 14. I actually was friends with him a couple of years before my husband got to be friends with him.

2020 is just one of those years where I am ready for the next year. It has been a very difficult year for so many reasons for millions of people. This is just another glaring example of dear Lord, what a year.

And I don’t know about any of the rest of you but this is the year where I’ve been having weird dreams. Dreams of people who are no longer with us like my father, or people I am no longer connected to for no more of a reason then life took everyone in different directions.

I don’t know what all this means, and the dreams haven’t been bad it’s just been kind of pleasant. And I’m wondering if dreams can be a little more pleasant when the reality of the world we are living in is that it’s a little harsh right now.

And I know people are going to think I sound like a bit of a nutter, but my friend Tiger who died early this morning was in one of my dreams last night in the wee hours of the morning.

The dream was not anything weird or anything bad or sad, he was just wherever I was outside in someone’s garden and came up to say hello. I woke up shortly before 7 AM remembering that part of my dream because it was nice, and also because Tiger was probably even more of a rabid gardener than I am.

After I heard the news he passed away, which wasn’t until about lunchtime today, I’m still wondering if there was a reason I had that dream last night? This is where my Irish DNA kicks in and I feel a little fey, but I’ve had these experiences before over the course of my life.

When I found out the news I was with friends and for that I am really grateful. When it’s somebody who’s your own age who had meaning in your life it’s just so damn hard and it doesn’t matter how young or how old you are, it’s just hard.

This is just yet another reminder, a very somber reminder, of the value of life itself. Sometimes we take things for granted. And if 2020 has taught us anything, it’s that we can’t take life for granted.

I know Thanksgiving is going to look very different for people this year. But don’t be sad if it’s just a smaller group of family, be grateful that you can spend any of it together or even together virtually over a zoom call.

Life will go on, but I wanted to pause and take a moment to write about this. Tiger was a United States Marine for many years of his life, so that is why I chose that title for the post. It was very important to him.

Thanks for stopping by. Live your lives gratefully and always appreciate the magic in ordinary days.

yes, semi-homemade…split pea soup with ham!

The weather said split pea soup with ham.

The soup is made using green and yellow split peas.

It’s made from part of a ham I had leftover and a ham bone (I always save the ham bones and toss them in the freezer for occasions just like this one), chopped celery, a chopped onion, a chopped bunch of carrots, two bay leaves, fresh herbs which are still growing in the garden.

I didn’t have any bone broth made so I simply used one salt free beef broth and two vegetable broth. Each container is 32 ounces so it gives me enough liquid as per the instructions on the bags of dried split peas. That is your semi-homemade component for this soup.

How you put it together is first you sauté your diced up vegetables in a little bit of extra-virgin olive oil with some salt. Then you add the ham and the hambone. Then you add your fresh herbs – in my case it was sage and thyme and even a little rosemary. Then I added the dried peas, and after that, the broth.

Now it’s just perking along on the stove at a super low temperature. After a while I will turn it off and let it cool down and see where I am.

For those of you who know I like Great Jones pots this is their big stock pot.

Bon appétit!

letter to my father

Dear Daddy,

I sometimes hate the way the Internet and certain things send you automatic reminders. But that is the electronic world we live in. Today, I received an e-mail reminder that as of Friday you are gone 15 years.

Fifteen years.

November 13, 2005 seems so very far away and long ago. Especially as 2020 has kind of been the year from hell at times.

I wonder what you would have made of a global pandemic? Or this presidential election? Would you have voted for Trump? I think you would have in 2016 because I know you never liked Hillary Clinton, but if you were alive today who would you have voted for?

I think you would be upset to see what a mess the City of Philadelphia has become. You always loved being a Philadelphian.

Can I say again, I can’t believe it’s almost 15 years? But I remember sitting with you on your bed on your last anniversary with mother, just two days before you died watching the original Sabrina in all it’s black and white movie glory and I knew then you were ready to leave us. I remember you lying there in bed and just the way you smiled that our time together was ending.

Ours was not a perfect relationship, what parent child relationship is if we are totally honest? But I loved you then, and love you now.

Did you know we borrowed your wedding date as our own? So yes, it lives on. It made me feel like you were there in spirit to be able to use it. It was the date that felt right.

You would love my husband. He is part of Mumma’s philosophy of going back from whence we came, which is that phrase also attributed to both John F. Kennedy and James Baldwin. To me it has meant my present and future came from my past. I ended up being a very lucky and loved woman. I think you would like that. We got married in a beautiful historic Chester County house called Oakbourne.

I think you would like my garden. I have some of your old favorites planted including one sad sack of a John F. Kennedy rose. Every year it looks like it’s going to give up the ghost, every spring it comes back. I have pussy willows planted. You remember how I loved it when you bought us the big bunches of pussy willows and peonies in the spring from Mr. Cullinan who drove a VW Bus from wherever his greenhouse was to the streets of Philadelphia with his plants and flowers? I also remember the truck farmers who would come from wherever their farms were to sell their produce door to door. None of that still exists today but I do have a milkman!

I still remember your funeral which was at Old St. Joseph’s where my sister and I were baptized. The church was packed. I remember that I had to focus on my friends in the very back. Otherwise I would have blubbered through my eulogy.

Some days I think of you with tears, like today. Other days with laughter and a smile. Sometimes when I am in the garden and I see one of the many bright red cardinals I even talk to you. Sometimes I swear I can still hear your voice and every Christmas I have a moment putting up the decorations when I run across a now vintage box of ornaments with your handwriting on it.

Life takes us on such journeys, and I wanted you to know you are loved and missed. I wanted you to know we are all happy and safe.

Love,

Me

life as we know it

I have awesome neighbors and friends. Just had a great conversation with one. We laughed, we shared, we even dished politics and we play for different teams. That is what life is supposed to be about.

Life as we know it has changed so very much in 2020. As human beings in the fine category of stupid human tricks we often make everything harder than it has to be.

So now we are in the first footsteps after a brutal and overly extended political season. We can all exhale and not feel guilty about it.

A lovely lady I know said something very wise this evening. She said “Don’t lose friendships today over two men who don’t even know your names. It’s okay to have different political views and still be okay with each other.”

She’s right. And it’s what my friend and I were talking about earlier. My friend had remarked why couldn’t people talk to each other anymore? She and I are on opposite sides of the political fence and even during this election we were able to talk.

We all need to get back to talking. Over coffee and cocoa and tea. Yes like Hallmark Movies but it’s just a nice way to be.

2020 has been brutal. And COVID19 is sticking around. Soon it will be Thanksgiving and Christmas. What will our holiday season look like? Only time will tell.

Exhale America. One day at a time.

wow. just wow. what a day!

Thank you Twitterverse for this giggle.

Wow.

It has been a long week in this country. And an even longer election season.

I am a realist and I know that the anger and vitriol is going to continue for a while longer. I really wish it wouldn’t, but I don’t think people know how to be anything different right now.

To Joe Biden and Kamala Harris I say well I sure picked the year to go blue, didn’t I? I have to admit I am feeling surprisingly emotional right now over your win, that and massive relief. Thank you for not giving up on us out here. (No, I don’t expect them to respond to me I’m not anybody special I’m just an every day American.)

I know I am not a true Democrat in the sense of the true Democrats that I know because I am late to this party. As I have maintained all along, I am more of a situational Democrat because I knew in 2016 when you-know-who became the nominee I was no longer a Republican because he didn’t represent my values or what I felt the values of the Republican Party were. I felt then like America was being punked.

In my heart I still believe that to be true.

I remember plenty of great Republicans and the party that was thoughtful and of Lincoln and of moderation. I have been told by friends of mine for years that I am more like a New England Democrat because I am more socially liberal and fiscally conservative. I still feel like I am more of an Independent than anything else so I don’t know that being an actual Democrat will stick long-term.

For this country to heal and swing back towards the center where it belongs, it has to swing a little in the other direction now. That does not mean that the United States of America is becoming a socialist country. And anyone who projects that is just wrong. Just like saying all Republicans are bad or all Democrats are bad or all Libertarians are bad or all Green Party people are bad is ridiculous.

We all know that the lawsuits are going to continue to be filed for a while. Rudy Giuliani needs a retirement project, after all. And let’s talk about him for a minute shall we? What a disappointment he ended up morphing into!

I believe it’s still going to be a bit of a process to get to inauguration day 2021. And I wonder with COVID-19 what this coming Inauguration Day 2021 will look like?

My reaction to Biden going over the top was somewhat delayed. I first I wasn’t sure if it was true or not. Then I yelled “yippee” in the garden, and I am not sure who heard me. Then I most unexpectedly felt slightly teary as well as overwhelmingly relieved. I had deliberately not been focusing on the news 24 hours a day much like when the Eagles won the Super Bowl I applied the same philosophy- I didn’t watch.

But this isn’t the end of “Crisis America”, it’s just a new chapter starting. Are we capable of putting all the nastiness aside and coming together as a country? We have to do that to survive as a nation.

To my friends that are true patriots and the real Republicans in the original sense of the word, I am sorry. I know this is going to be an adjustment for all of you. But Trump was never really a Republican and never will be. He’s like a one-man circus under the big top. Showman and charlatan, malignant narcissist and borderline sociopath. But he’s not and never has been a true Republican. He is a reality show in the White House that just got canceled.

To those whom I feel are total political hypocrites, please give it up. Your fake moral outrage and utter pretense of pretending to be genteel are as tired as Donnie on Twitter. Just stop. You will survive Biden in the White House much better without the fake palpitations.

It’s a beautiful day and a somewhat historic one. Here’s hoping America can come together for a brighter tomorrow.

Here is what Dan Rather had to say this afternoon:

Anyway what a day, right? And no I am not gloating. Like many people I am simply so tired after the past four years and especially this election season and 2020 with COVID-19 in general.

Even if your candidate is not the winner this time around, democracy is to be celebrated or maybe just respected. Look what happens when every day Americans throw off their cloaks of apathy and vote.

Enjoy the day. Be happy. Live your life.

Hugs and kisses from just another Suburban Housewife.

aftermath

Well here we are on Thursday, November 5th, 2020. In the year from hell. It feels we on the brink of hell given the anger and vitriol that is spewing continually from the White House. Oh no, all my Republican friends won’t like that comment but it is the truth. Trump wants a country filled with chaos and violence and anarchy NOT because there is actual widespread “corruption” on the part of the Democrats, but because if he loses his house of cards comes tumbling down, including on how he has profited from being President. The devoted are fools to think he does ANY of this for the American people or for the benefit of this great nation. Every thing he does is for his own personal gain. That has never changed about this man throughout time….which is why I have never liked him.

The more the results come in, the more wound up he gets and the more he tries to wind us all up. As Americans we have a choice and I think the choice should be everyone needs to take a damn breath. We are not red states or blue states, we are the United States of America. If you let anarchy and chaos win, we all lose.

Does anyone care how the world is perceiving us in this moment in our history? I daresay over the pond in the UK they are wondering what it was we fought for 200+ years ago (vis a vis the madness of King George vs. the current situation) given headlines like:

Intelligent women I know who are rooting for Trump are posting fake news that would take your breath away. And these are all intelligent women. Acting like Plastic Barbie Stepford Wives. I know some who even took place in those blockade “parades” that took place on the roads. Others now have to tell us about the firearms they own and I have to wonder if most of them could literally hit the broadside of the barn? And further and to the point, guns are a responsibility, not some damn party favor to be given out on social media. That’s just stupid. And no, I am not saying I don’t believe in the right to bear arms what I am saying is I don’t care for people who are stupid about it.

Someone said to me yesterday something about Democrats stealing the election with mail in ballots. So I asked them if as an active cancer patient who chose a mail in ballot because living an immunocompromised life that meant my vote should not count or be counted? My doctors said they could not keep me from voting in person, but said they recommended my staying away from crowds like at election polls. So I voted by mail. And my ballot was received and recorded. I got my confirmation email.

Another person was all about the whole conspiracy that campaigns tried to take advantage of their ailing parent. These are total strangers. They don’t live in your house or know your parent’s medical conditions. All they know is your parent is still registered to vote, not that they are incapacitated to the point that they cannot. That was YOUR job to tell them and you did. Matter closed.

Lots of people I know Republican and Democrat voted by mail. So should all those votes NOT count? Is that the message here? We don’t count as Americans because we chose to vote by mail in a year when COVID-19, a global pandemic is still surging, and surging to the point that several countries have gone, once again, into lock-down?

And the counting of the votes? It’s no conspiracy. It’s hard working individuals from BOTH parties working side by side to get the job done. They aren’t throwing ballots away or manufacturing additional ones. These are your neighbors, and even friends who take their civic duty seriously. So why are you creating a living hell by talking smack about them?

And the riots and protests. I am over all of them because NO ONE ON EITHER SIDE CAN DO IT PEACEFULLY. People from outside whatever area is protesting coming in and ramping up the protests and encouraging violence and looting are a threat to our democracy. And it’s getting old. It’s Wednesday, there must be protests. It’s Thursday, there must be protests. And I am counting the pro-Trump rallies in this equation. This is not just something we lay at the feet of one political persuasion or party.

And I am really tired of the whole Democrats = Socialism conversation. Especially given who is currently throwing an Executive Temper Tantrum is acting and has been acting like a dictator.

Everyone is so damn busy fighting everyone else. We need to get back to being a country. A friend of mine who is still a Republican wisely said yesterday:

Potentially premature – but I am a realist. All legal and timely votes should of course be counted! I will root for our next President’s success. And root for our Country !! Elections have consequences. And our Nation has fully weighed in on this one ! Greatest number of Voters ever! Huzzah for that !! And I do cheer that fully. We have voted – in vast numbers – as a country! But those who expected a “Blue Wave” or a “Red Wave” should realize that is not where the country is…Divided Government will continue to be the norm.

My friend is right. Come on people! At what point do we lay down the verbal pitchforks and come together? How many more United We Stand, Divided We Fall conversations do we have to have?

People voted in record numbers. That is a good thing. But the anger and vitriol and misinformation and political posturing is a bad thing.

We need to accept that no matter what the outcome, Trump will not be for peaceful anything. We need to tune that out. Those are his issues, and should not be ours. People we are Americans. In all our messy glory. And we have bigger fish to fry in this country than catering to the whims of any political candidates truth be told.

Folks, we need to chill. We are not some 3rd world nation where marauders stuff ballot boxes and steal elections. We are a democracy. We have a process. Turn off the news and the political rhetoric and remember even in the midst of strife and troubles we do have blessings. Please try.

One good thing. Just remember one good and non-political thing today. Please.

Praying for peace, thanks for stopping by.