Dear President Trump, Apparently yesterday I read “CDC” in too many articles about too many unvaccinated people who’d contracted the measles and I was on autopilot when I attempted to shorthand “Cranky Buddha Baby” with just his initials. So, for the record, Cranky Buddha Baby = CBB, not CBC. Laura caught the error immediately when … Continue reading We’ve got to do better
Month: April 2019
Cranky Buddha Baby
Dear President Trump, You’ll likely not be surprised to learn that Laura and I have a treasured little collection of Buddhas. Some look serious and solemn, some are serene and content. One looks for all the world like he’s dancing and another one glows in the dark. Until yesterday I wouldn’t have been able to … Continue reading Cranky Buddha Baby
So many phoenixes rising (out of the ashes of the patriarchy)
Dear President Trump, This morning I have three true stories for you, all of which I heard on the same day last week. The first involves a woman who re-entered the work force a few years ago and whose talents have quickly become apparent. Recently her boss asked her to take over a poor-performing department … Continue reading So many phoenixes rising (out of the ashes of the patriarchy)
Enlightening bolts and Mx.
Dear President Trump, I can always tell when you and your administration are stressed because your contact page “autoreplies” are delayed such that notes back to me come in odd clumps days later rather than arriving within a few minutes of submission. This latest round has been going on since the Mueller report was finalized. … Continue reading Enlightening bolts and Mx.
What a whacked situation
Dear President Trump, Hopefully with this 802nd consecutive day of writing to you we are well past the halfway mark of your presidency. Although I do harbor magical thinking fantasies that reason will prevail (sadly, in the current climate, this oxymoron does make sense), I’m under no illusions that you’ll be removed from office early; … Continue reading What a whacked situation
How is it Trump knows no one will testify?
Dear President Trump, A friend of mine who served in Viet Nam came up with a great play on “Mr. Big Stuff” that also fits you terrifically – maybe even better – “Mr. Bone Spurs.” You might have to reread yesterday’s letter to get it, but I think both versions of Mr. BS nicely conjure … Continue reading How is it Trump knows no one will testify?
“Mr. Big Stuff”
Dear President Trump, Usually when song lyrics pop into my head they are from whatever the most current Soul Choir piece is and so “I’ve got a feeling,” which I told you about the other day, has been on almost constant personal-replay for weeks. Catchy and sticky as that song is, this morning when I … Continue reading “Mr. Big Stuff”
Fine-tuning apologies ~ a growth edge
Dear President Trump, Back in March I told you that for Lent I would work on curbing my reflexive apologizing and improving my follow through on harder, sincerely necessary apologies. I’ve not said anything about this in my letters to you since then, but I’ve thought about it every day because inevitably I do things … Continue reading Fine-tuning apologies ~ a growth edge
Racist legacies
Dear President Trump, The other day Laura told her brother and me how awhile back she tried to find out if anyone in their family had owned slaves (their family is from Tennessee). She described how even though she didn’t find any evidence that their family owned slaves there are too many holes in the … Continue reading Racist legacies
And yet and still
Dear President Trump, The title of the Easter sermon this morning was “In Praise of What Isn’t.” Our pastor’s theme was how crucial it is that we not get stuck on what is and lose sight of what can be. She wasn’t saying that we should ignore what is or pretend that the bad things … Continue reading And yet and still
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