gratitude-a-thon day 2036:please vote


This has been a horrific week in America. However, I have found some things to be grateful for in the horror, but first, a recap.

All week, the country was on edge as we watched prominent Democrats, each who has been critical of the president, receive pipe bombs in the mail. Nobody knew who would be next, or just how many of these packages were already en route. When Cesar Sayoc was captured on Friday, he was described as a racist, bigot, anti-everyone, except Donald Trump, who his attorney has said he looked to as a father figure. The van, in which he lived was covered in pro-Trump/Pence stickers. Pictures of President Obama, Hillary Clinton and Michael Moore with crosshairs over their faces were plastered on the van, as well as a “CNN Sucks” sticker. He has been described as someone who used political rage as an identity.

And as if that wasn’t awful enough, terrifying enough to make you want to stay in bed, yesterday, a man walked into a synagogue in Pittsburgh with an AR-15 rifle and killed 11 worshippers, injuring six, for no other reason other than they were Jews. Robert Bowers was an anti-semite who believed Jews were evil.

Gratitude? Where could I possibly find gratitude in these abominations? I am grateful for the helpers, the police, FBI, law enforcement personnel, the medical teams, the ordinary citizens who always step forward during these kinds of unspeakable events. These are the good and selfless, the rescuers who act from their hearts.

I saw Joe Biden on Friday and he spoke about the midterms by saying that we are fighting for our country’s soul with this election. And I believe this to be true. I am grateful he said it, because this election could be a turning point for a broken country being run by a president who is encouraging acts like those that occurred this past week.

Make no mistake, the negative and bigoted rhetoric and constant lies of Donald Trump are making haters feel empowered. Trump wants us to believe in “fake news,” but the truth is, good journalism keeps us informed, keeps the truth available. Our president is inciting and promoting white supremacists, neo-nazis, those who are anti-women/LGBQT/Muslim/Latino/minorities.

Please carefully consider your vote on November 6. There is another way. There are good and true people running for office that can help us get out of this ugliness. But only if you vote for them. It won’t be easy, but it is possible.





gratitude-a-thon day 992: the march

For me inauguration day was a media blackout. I woke up feeling that awful pit in your stomach that you get when someone dies. I took a yoga class in the morning and celebrated my birthday early with my daughter getting girly spa services before having dinner at my favorite neighborhood place. It was pretty heavenly. Although I knew not seeing the events wouldn’t change them, I honestly couldn’t bear to witness such a sad and hopeless day.

On my way to the Common.

Yesterday I took part in Boston’s Women’s March with my husband, some friends and 175,000 other concerned citizens. The energy was big and bawdy and beautiful.  Senator/Warrior Elizabeth Warren spoke passionately, as did Senator Ed Markey. Even Mayor Marty Walsh was offering the crowd words of encouragement in his unmistakably Boston accent.

At one point, one of the speakers (I can’t remember who) asked the crowd to lock eyes with a stranger and show them that you could really see them. I turned to my right to see a girl in her 20’s or 30’s. We stared at each other and as we did, we both started to cry. It was so powerful, we walked the few steps toward each other and hugged for a long moment. I couldn’t even quite understand why I was crying, or what was making me so emotional at the time, and it confused me some. I asked her afterward–“Why are we crying?” She said simply, “It’s a very emotional day.”

Here we are on the Common.

But what I realize now, after giving it some thought is that we were crying because we were among those who felt like we did. That there on the hallowed grounds of the Boston Common were people who’d come from all over to exercise their right to express themselves, their fears, and their beliefs. We were among like-minded people who don’t accept racism and bigotry and misogyny, who believe in science and hard statistics, who want health care and women’s reproductive rights protected and believe that all people should be treated with dignity and respect, who want a president who isn’t a tweeter, but a leader, who understands that immigrants are what this country is made of, who doesn’t talk about himself incessantly, who isn’t impulsive and narcissistic, divisive and polarizing, but open and thoughtful and unifying. That’s why we were crying. It was a relief to know that we were not alone, and that all over the country (and the world) there were people who were just like us gathering peacefully to say that we weren’t going to be silent about what we believe.

My crew. Pussy hats off to all the men who showed up.

It was very crowded, more crowded than the planners had expected, and we got stuck coming out of the Common to join the march in a sea of people and didn’t move for about an hour. So we never actually marched, because we escaped down Charles Street and walked halfway home, before hopping on the T. But I got what I’d come for–a feeling of hope, knowledge that I was not alone, that there were millions of people who cared. With an administration like this one, that’s everything.

My absolute favorite sign of the day.

Now, we have to take all the power of yesterday and turn it into something more. We have to continue to agitate and mobilize into something solid that can really bring about change. We can’t stop here. We have to keep pushing, keep organizing. After seeing all the pictures from all the many marches, I believe we can. As someone I love once said, “Yes, we can.”


gratitude-a-thon day 951: YOU can help get out the vote in New Hampshire

As seen in Dover New Hampshire’s Democratic Headquarters.

What are you doing today? Or tomorrow? Or Monday? If you don’t want a mysogynistic, impulsive, predatory, lying, racist narcissist to have possession of the nuclear codes, and be our next commander in chief, PLEASE HEAD TO NEW HAMPSHIRE AND HELP GET OUT THE VOTE FOR HILLARY AND THE GANG. IT’S A TIED RACE THERE, AND YOU CAN HELP CHANGE THAT.

I went to Dover, NH and knocked on doors yesterday, and it was great. Did you know that people are much more likely to get to the polls if someone knocks on their door and talks to them about the election? You could be that someone. Like, seriously, stop watching CNN and get out there. Plus, there is still plenty of great foliage in NH! C’mon, get off the couch!

Mary and I met on the soccer field through our girls many years ago. Who knew we’d one day be tromping through the woods getting out the vote together?
We’re with her. 

There was a dude working in the headquarters who came here from England to help out. When I said to him that it was impressive he’d come from such a distance, he replied, “There’s work to be done.” Love him! One woman who left her husband and job in Brooklyn back in June to work in Dover for Hillary–thanks, Colleen. My friend Mary, who asked me to canvas, has been living on a farm and working the “doors” for the last two weeks. These are amazing people who are walking the walk, and damn, I can’t thank them ALL enough.

The unassuming Democratic headquarters in Dover. Lots of hard working, dedicated people making it happen in there.

So, I know there’s lot of stuff you could do today, but the most important, impactful and seriously best thing you could do is try and tip NH into the Hillary column. If you need a connection, I can hook you up, but literally any headquarters in NH would love to see you today. Let’s get this thing done. #imwithher. THERE’S NOBODY ELSE TO BE WITH.