Please, be halfway through

This weekend marked the third Women’s March, and (hopefully) the half way point in the worst American Presidency in recent memory. The highlights? Frankly, it’s hard to know where to start. Insensitive and tone-deaf statements and actions? Corruption allegations that turn out to be startlingly true? The systematic dismantling of a budding environmental conservation hope?

Second verse, same as the first

During what the press is calling “Women’s Weekend” I attended the Salem WomXn’s March to mark the anniversary of the epic 2017 Women’s March. Note: I am not going into what I think about the name change. The signage standard , already  high last year, was even higher this year. While I opted for my

Just a prayer

My heart is too heavy and my body too sore to write a good blog post tonight. I will try to catch you up on some important artistic contemplations later in the week. For tonight, however, I just need to share this. Condemn no man for not thinking as you think. Let every one enjoy

Counter-protested

I got to mark a small bucket list item off my list today. The Salem March for Science had a small group of counter-protesters across the street. I’m doing something controversial! Though, to be fair, I never did figure out their cause… Anyway, I did attend the Salem March for Science today. As soon as

My action plan

As the headline in USA Today read: 10 days, 20 orders. Of course, today is day 12 (yes, I’m behind the times) but so far I’ve already been to a protest, written two letters to the editor and 20 to my representatives, and broken down at work in tears. Obviously, this can’t go on. In

First time with feeling

Aside from the seriousness of the issues surround the Women’s March on Washington, this week has been quite entertaining as my Facebook feed has been flooded with clever signs and knitting. Today was the actual day of the march, and as I’m still not feeling 100% (stupid pneumonia) I decided to attend the Salem march.

Anxiety over a hat

I am not much of a protester. It isn’t that I don’t have a list of things I am protesting, but I tend to be a sort of middle-of-the-road person. For the past several weeks I have been attempting to muster my courage and attend one of the many local “Women’s March on Washington” events

The Incident

As odd as this is, I’ve been thinking a lot about this incident. Either it’s the final straw before I have a psychotic breakdown, and therefore my team of psychiatrists should know about it before I am taking to the hospital, or it’s definitive proof that the civilization has ended. Sunday I went to church.

Un-caped crusader?

I have a sometimes exhausting list of things I am protesting. Frankly, even I get lost sometimes. Here’s a short list of the top issues: Puppy mill pets (dogs, cats, horses, ferrets…) Plastic bags (this has morphed in bags in general) T-shirts at charity events (or other giveaways) (they end up in the landfill and