DNC Day #3: When All Eyes Were on Vermont
I’ve been through enough breakups (and failed real estate bids) to recognize the 5 Stages of Grief when I see them: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and…
I’ve been through enough breakups (and failed real estate bids) to recognize the 5 Stages of Grief when I see them: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and…
This morning finds me sandwiched between two Hillary delegates at the PA delegation breakfast. One is advocating for nuclear energy (what???) but also happens to be…
Being a delegate to the Democratic National Convention means making hard choices: do I avail myself of the free Bluecoat Gin at the welcome party and…
When I decided to make the trip up to New Hampshire to canvass for Bernie Sanders, it was mainly because I thought it would be cool…
When I was in high school, my mother was obsessed with West Wing. I remember this because I was enrolled in the local 4-H Teen Council…
Well, that did not go according plan. I was sitting in Planned Parenthood, waiting for my annual exam and even though I had a great new…
It’s almost here: the arrival of Pope Francis in the City the Brotherly Love. And in case you forget, I-95 is just brimming with billboards to…
As an adjunct professor of cultural anthropology, I’ve grown accustomed to my white students blaming their black classmates for their own failure to qualify for financial…
In light of last Monday’s Supreme Court ruling regarding the Hobby Lobby case (which was deplorable, to say the least), I figured I’d pull up one…
Now this makes sense. It’s been twelve years since the September 11th attacks. Our highways are strewn with flags, our cars are bedecked with bumper stickers…
All I can say is THANK GOD! Thank God and the following: I’m also proud to report that I “accidentally” spilled my coffee while voting yesterday,…
A few weeks ago, The Wedding Date and I had our second argument. It was more of a debate actually—there was no using of profanities or…