Dear Mr. Trump,

First off, congratulations on your victory. The battle was bitter and hard fought, but you prevailed despite all signs that you would not, so well done. I would like to be able to give you a chance and to discover why the 62,686,062 people that voted for believed you could do a better job than your other opponents because I can’t believe that many people hated Hillary Clinton that much and saw you as the better candidate. How could that many people be so blind to your panoply of narcissistic traits?

My husband, Roland, has encouraged me to read what the opposition to my choice, i.e., your supporters, have to say, and I would like to, but much of what I see in their rhetoric is so abhorrent and divisive to me that I find I cannot. I have been able to listen to some of whom I will call the “wiser minds” on the right side of the aisle. But during the campaign, many of those wiser minds told us that they saw too many red flags they could not support you themselves. Guess you showed them!

Of course, the left has its own share of shrill, the sky is falling, all is lost and evil is running the world spokespeople. I’m pretty sure Keith Olbermann will not get a Christmas card from you this year, and it’s almost a certainty that there are others on the left that can match your group hate for hate. The right does not have the monopoly on intolerance. [Hey, Keith, I get it. I’m on your side, but sometimes you’re just a bit too much. Carry on. I’ll check in now and then.]

You and I do have one thing in common. Neither of us is that political. I mean, I have my opinions and all, but I don’t spend hours and hours studying the politics of the United States and the world. Of course, I’m not the president-elect of the free world, so there’s that.

I really do try my hardest to find the good in people, even you. But how does the Golden Rule fit into your world? Have you even heard the story of the Good Samaritan? What about second chances and the story of the prodigal son? Anything? The meek inheriting the earth? Not in your world.

No, you appeal to the worst in people and encourage your base to be, well, base. That it’s okay to be a hateful bully. Wear that identity as a badge of honor. Well, unless you happen to be a Muslim hateful bully. Nope, take that shit out of America, because we won’t stand for that.

Oh, I meant for this to be a congratulatory note and my tone has digressed and devolved into something else. I was taught that if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. I’ll take a page from your book (your twitter feed?) and risk being impolite. It works for you, amirite?



P.S. For the love of God, appoint Mitt Romney as Secretary of State!

God’s Destruction … or Man’s?


Oh, God, You give us unconditional love and grace, and still you rain down fire, wind and rain from above, you shake the very earth beneath our feet. Why? Why? We construct our cities and towns on your beautiful land, in the mountains, by the oceans, on the plains. We construct our lives to do your work, to do the best we can for you, for those we love, and for those we have never met. Is this a test? Have we done this to ourselves, not being good stewards of the earth that you made for us?

Whether destruction by natural disasters or those wrought by the hand of man, the innocent will suffer, the innocent do suffer. When we have escaped the suffering, let us reach out to those who have not, who have lost everything. May those who have made the ultimate sacrifice rest now in peace.

Today’s post is inspired by the WordPress Daily Post Prompt Construct

I’ve Heard This Before


Probably one of the most important lessons I learned from participating in NaNoWriMo is the benefit of writing every day. Stop me if you’ve heard this before. Practice, practice, practice, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Sometimes you can’t really appreciate a thing is true until you experience it yourself. Of course, I’m talking about writing, but this doing something everyday can be applied universally to anything you want to improve upon, be it swimming, knitting, playing poker, really listening to what your partner is saying. Anything. The more you do a thing, the better you get.

I’ve already written the novel, but I don’t want to rest on my laurels. I want to have “keep writing” echoing in my head with the only way to make it stop is to, ahem, do some writing. I promise that I won’t post every word that I manage to type or scribble, but blogging is the perfect platform for enforcing a resolution.

Today’s post is inspired by the WordPress Daily Post Prompt Echo.

10 Lessons of NaNoWriMo

dad-3You can’t participate in NaNoWriMo without learning a thing or two about writing and about yourself. This was my first time participating, though last year I did participate in a challenge to write a blog post every day in November. Kind of a NaNoWriMo super light because those two things are nothing alike.

So what did I learn?

  1. It is possible to write 50,000 words in 25 days. Not an overachiever here, but I was busy on 11/6 and it was so early in the process I did not grasp the significance of missing the daily target of 1667 words. I was out of town for three days and unable to squeeze in writing time, and I finished on the 29th.
  2. I am neither planner, someone who plans their entire novel and perhaps “fills in the blanks” or a pantster, someone who starts on November 1 with nothing planned and writes by the seat of their pants. I am a plantster. I did some planning and quite a lot of writing by the seat of my pants.
  3. Reading the book No Plot, No Problem by Chris Baty, founder of this crazy writing experiment was extremely beneficial.
  4. As the days wore on it became easier and easier to let go of my inner critic and write.
  5. My writing improved over the course of the month.
  6. Sometimes my characters refused to tell me what happened next.
  7. I don’t work full time. I can’t imagine trying to do this and work.
  8. I can write on road trips, also known as how I was able to get my word count in over the Thanksgiving holiday without appearing to be anti-social.
  9. There is some shockingly bad writing that happened in the middle of the month and I’m okay with that (see #4 and #6).
  10. I found it easier to write a 50,000 word novel than a short story.

AND a bonus lesson: I want to do it again!

I wrote a novel!

I haven’t been around the blog much (or really any) at all because as it turns out I can’t blog and write an entire 50,000 word novel in 30 days. It’s one or the other. As of about 3:30 p.m. EST I finished the novel. I’ll be back tomorrow to report on the experience, because it was definitely an experience.


Let’s Dance

I’m hoping that my candidate wins (I voted early, did you?), and you hope your candidate wins. I hope that we both wanted the same candidate but, hey, if I liked you before, I will probably still like you now. Let’s just not talk politics. Let’s not talk politics for the next 10 years or so because I am full up!

But we can choose to be happy, can’t we? Break it down and get a feeling in your body! Right now, get up and dance with JT…