To: The Chief Gaslighter It’s been a while, for sure, so it’s super unlikely that you’d remember that in addition to ceramic Cranky Buddha Baby, plastic Green Glow in the Dark Buddha, and inherited Ivory (sadly) Buddha, we have wooden “Laughing Buddha.” Laughing Buddha stands about 12 inches tall from his toes to his outstretched … Continue reading Laughing Buddha’s travels
Politics
My terrible typo and some happy headlines
To: The Subpar Bogey Man Before I launch into today’s letter for real, I need to tell you that a friend pointed out my terrible typo yesterday granting you another month in office. OMG – that was a big biff. To set the record straight – I know perfectly well that inauguration day is January … Continue reading My terrible typo and some happy headlines
Nervous wrecks ‘R US
President* Trump, We’re getting down to the wire, aren’t we? Are you a nervous wreck? It’s not very charitable of me, but I hope you are. Even less charitable of me, I hope you’re having all sorts of symptoms associated with being a nervous wreck, to include even worse than usual concentration, restlessness, sweaty palms, … Continue reading Nervous wrecks ‘R US
There is no miracle that will deliver us from our racist history or the need to face it
President* Trump, Please note, I’m fully aware that we lost the wonderfully notorious RBG today, which no doubt has you and Mitch giddy with shitty possibilities, but I’m going to do some serious grieving before I comment further on her passing and will instead send you the letter I started this morning before her death … Continue reading There is no miracle that will deliver us from our racist history or the need to face it
Not pretending things are ok
President* Trump, I’ve noticed it for about the last week, most prominently since the DNC convention ended and the RNC circus started, but it’s likely that the deep malaise that comes over me when I’m not occupied with something has been going on much longer and just wasn’t as noticeable. Just to be sure, I … Continue reading Not pretending things are ok
Change, hope, and santolina
President* Trump, So many of us are yearning for change, deep systemic change that both meets us where we really are and that will pull us forward into possibilities for thriving that we haven’t yet been able to imagine. I know I can’t actually speak for others, but it seems clear that many of us … Continue reading Change, hope, and santolina
Let’s let go of gendered notions of strength ~ now!
President* Trump, So I know that I’m probably supposed to want to focus on the wonderful, powerful parade of women last night during night 3 of the Democratic convention, from the domestic violence survivors who testified before Congress in 1990 ahead of the passage of the Violence Against Women Act to Harris herself throwing shade … Continue reading Let’s let go of gendered notions of strength ~ now!
Shaking things up
President* Trump, Do I still wish that Elizabeth Warren were the presumptive Democratic nominee poised to run against you? Definitely. Absolutely. Unequivocally. Do I think she got a raw deal and that sexist bullshit played a huge part in that? Definitely. Absolutely. Unequivocally. We still have a Warren campaign sign in our yard and I … Continue reading Shaking things up
Bring on the cold and the rain ~ and November 3rd!
President* Trump, I know it’s silly to worry about time and shifting seasons since they’re impossible to control, but as we march through August and the days get shorter and shorter, I’m increasingly worried about how we (me, my little family, all of us) are going to do as our options for safe social distancing … Continue reading Bring on the cold and the rain ~ and November 3rd!
Our duty
President* Trump, It’s been one of those jam-packed Sundays and I’m pretty toasty so planning to keep this short. My big news is that I finished printing the Declaration of Independence pieces (there are five panels) and can take them to get their pictures taken tomorrow afternoon if I can swing taking some time off … Continue reading Our duty
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