Grandma, where were you the night Hillary Clinton got the nomination?
It’s common knowledge (or so I thought) that when you’re planning a bit of good ol’ fashioned political subterfuge, you’ve got to divvy up your resources.…
5 Reasons your Feel the Bern Friend Won’t Shut Up: What Happened to Sanders Delegates at the DNC
Today is my 31st birthday, so indulge me. Even if you’re sick of reading about the DNC, sick of hearing about Bernie Sanders and wondering why…
The Bernie Sanders Interpretive Dance
So far, I’ve painted a pretty grim picture of the Democratic National Convention. But the DNC wasn’t all doom and gloom. In fact, as frustrating, heart…
Day #5 of the DNC: AKA Rock Bottom
Let’s go about tying up some of these loose ends this morning, shall we? I’ve been blogging so sporadically over the past few months that it…
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…
Day #2 at the DNC
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…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 