postscript to neighborhood rice

My heart is still pumping. After reading this morning’s post, a friend commented, saying, ‘tell me you aren’t voting for Trump!’ I was mortified that she might think this from what I wrote. But I see now I was ambiguous, didn’t say out loud how infuriated I am at his arrogance and sense of entitlement. I didn’t express clearly how deeply his disrespect for too much angers me, how it triggers the doubt in me, and I suspect in many others of us raised to do better than our parents, to make lots of money to support a life that would increasingly require more and more stuff we are taught to value, AND pay our fair share at the same time. I went back and amended my post. It might still not be strong enough or clear enough, but I am trying.
Trying to be okay with my anger when I have so much to be grateful for.

I also posted this link on my Facebook page last night. Enough said.

1 thought on “postscript to neighborhood rice

  1. Oh my goodness, Sweetheart – I loved your post – and it never occurred to ME, of course, that you hold anything but contempt for the Donald. I cringed at his performance at the debate, as I sure you did if you watched it. Anyway, your postscript is just fine 🙂 Love you, Mom



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