We were in and out in under 45 minutes. My best friend and I, visiting the new FEMA site set up for mass vaccinations. Here’s what we learned.
I should schedule days where I am a little girl and days of adulting.
If I’m not serving, who am I? If I’m not helping others, why am I here?
It was the night before Xmas, and somewhere around here
I sat alone with a drink, you know, holiday cheer.
We will not go back to normal. Normal never was. Our pre-corona existence was not normal other than we normalized greed, inequity, exhaustion, depletion, extraction, disconnection, confusion, rage, hoarding, hate and lack. We should not long to return, my friends. We are being given the opportunity to stitch a new garment. One that fits all of humanity and nature. -Sonya Renee Taylor
Here’s the thing, Mom. You’ve been living on catastrophe island. But it’s uninhabitable. It’s not conducive to life. It’s time for you to get off the island.
Perhaps, like me, you’ve procrastinated your plans to emigrate to a healthy democracy. Or maybe, like most of us, you’re just queasy after years being force-fed for-profit, click-bait media that lionizes blowhards, puts scare quotes around “facts,” and sows doubt in our elections. Sometimes it seems as if the only good news is you can tune out by binge-watching Schitt’s Creek.
With all of these amazing examples of strong women before and after me, I have finally found the courage to give the President of the United States another chance. Maybe he does not understand what innately powerful women need to stay strong in these difficult days.
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