Even though I didn’t vote for the Donald, I am indebted, maybe even grateful, he was elected. I am a kinder person for it. A wiser mom. A stronger American. Before November 8, 2016, I was like a privileged teenager, comfortable in the certainty that Mom and Dad were steering the ship. Safe and ignorant that the big picture items, the environment, the terrorists, the starving, the uninsured, were being taken care of for me. That was Mom and Dad’s job, so all I had to focus on was my little world. My hair, my wrinkles, my son, my income, my dinner parties, my novel writing, whether my veggies were organic. But then, in the flash of an election day, Mom and Dad were washed overboard. Now some new guys were running the ship and they had different interests. I had to grow up overnight. I had to figure out what was important to me and quick. And then I had to stand up for what I believed in and let it be known.
So I marched. Along with almost all the people I know and love most, we gathered with 700,000 other souls in downtown Los Angeles. On a gorgeous morning filled with pink hats and homemade signs, drumbeats and God’s grace, I fell in love with humankind. I was reminded how lucky we are to be participating in this experiment called democracy. I was reminded how intense the power of ‘together’ is. I was reminded that I had a great-great many times great-grandfather who fought in the Revolutionary War. He fought to allow me to have that very moment with pink hats and homemade signs on the streets of the United States.
Every day since, has been about growing up. I’ve had to educate myself in the running of the world. I try to grasp the opposing points of view. Try to understand ‘why’ the people who thought and think that the sweeping policy changes and the manners in which they are being carried out, is acceptable. I become even more clear about what is important to me, what kind of world I want to leave for my child, for his child. I join groups. I write letters. I make phone calls. I stay up late researching. I tweet, I Facebook, I speak sternly to young senatorial aides about my dismay at policy, secretarial nominees or POTUS’ latest rants.
I am awake. I am watching. I am listening. I am speaking up. I am grateful. I #Resist
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An actress for 30+ years. Southern girl, from a long line of dreamers and storytellers, raised in New Orleans. Am also an ill-equipped wife, an enraptured parent, a great kisser and an even better cook. Am currently finishing 2 novels. Intend to be a published novelist when I grow up.