happy (and snarky)

A Latina woman was elected governor of Texas, a Black woman was elected governor of Georgia, A Native American woman was elected governor of New Mexico.

So many firsts!  First openly gay man (Chris Pappas)! First Muslim (Abdul)! First out Black trans woman in a state legislature (Jaelynn Scott)! It's wild that we still have "firsts." In 2026.   

Time to acknowledge the rush of hope and possibility Zohran Mamdani brought to politics and grassroots organizing.Time to thank Zelensky for taking out the Russian bot farms sowing discord leading up to the elections.

And it's time to really get to work. I hope the dems won't squander the moment.  I hope they undo the harm, prosecute the crimes against humanity and corruption, and really change people's lives. Please let's have no more business as usual, empty words, and being spectators to our own government. 

Why are Schumer and Jeffries taking victory laps for a grassroots movement they had nothing to do with and tried to deter every chance they got? They're so enmeshed with everything that's wrong here. (For starters, Schumer's kid is a consultant for OpenAI and Jeffries takes secret meetings with Kushner.) Enough. The best they can do is please step aside and pass the baton. Van Hollen? Ro Khanna?

Pic: My Voting sticker from yesterday. Sassy is how is feel. There was supposed to be a neighborhood bonfire tonight to celebrate (WILL LAWRENCE, OUR DSA CANDIDATE, WON!), but we got rained out... Boo.

so woke

I was cautiously optimistic and am now (way past midnight) heartened by the American decency that is showing up at the polls.

All the reports of people leaving their "I voted" stickers at the Alex Pretti, Renee Good, and other ICE victims' memorials is making me tear up... I hope we can move back to kindness--I'm so tired from the constant cruelty, and depravity, and chaos. 

And so many wins to celebrate--Deb Haaland, Amy Acton, Annie Andrews, Troy Jackson, Keisha Lance Bottoms, Sherrod Brown, James Talarico, Gina Hinojosa, Chris Pappas... Still waiting to hear decisively about Abdul in our state. Angie Nixon called herself a socialist and nearly won in Florida. I'm counting that as a win. She could have really won too, if only the Dem establishment had extended any support. I really do hope Dem leadership is listening to what the people want and will stop playing their tired old duopoly games.

Pic: As the red and black stripes in the background might indicate, this is Nu's voting sticker. BigA and I voted after I got home from work this evening and went to stock up on emotional support snacks afterwards. Nu is off at the Will Lawrence watch party (that's not looking good, but we could still pull it off!).

a lack of an ending

When Nance recommended May We Feed the King, of course I got it right away, and then of course, I spent a lot of the book wondering if this is why Nance had recommended it to me. There's a part where the narrator talks about how people lose patience for grief after a year, and I was fairly certain that was one of the reasons.

But also it is so rich. The sumptuousness of the language is so perfect for the time period and the archival recreation it describes. 

There is a lack of ending in this poetic novel that I feel is me right now... especially today, which seems to be all about waiting for the future.

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Pic: A hazy, golden path ahead...
 

Oh, say...

...do you see the baby buck waiting for us by the garden shed at the end of the driveway? Max and Huck sure didn't. It surprises me how oblivious these guys seem to be to the world around them. They're mostly interested in family, other humans, *sometimes* other dogs, and like to chase squirrels and birds for fun. (And they're hilariously surprised when they find them stationary!)

In other silly baby news, I wished everyone a Happy November because that's something my mom used to do every month, and now it's up to me to carry that on.

May it be a happy November! (I won't be having a watch party, because when we moved into this house in 2016, one of our first parties was on election night, and... uh-oh, I might be scarred.)

Pic: Us returning home from an evening walk.

halloween (hallucination)

Trying to say "yes" to more things, right now, so I went to the damn Halloween party.

But I still hate on AI. My costume is an "AI Hallucination." I'm meant to be a Snow Queen (which is why I'm wearing my actual wedding tiara), but AI misunderstood it as "Snow Cone" hence the rest of my weird costume.

Pic: With L.
 

sanctuary

skies always open

they haven't quit in this warm October

their voice in an inaudible present 

clouds are normal

it is wisdom that whimpers, collapses

naming days, trauma, traditions

trees are informal

stopping by, breeze-ruffled, reminding 

me of the hard ringing in my heart 

stars are waiting

like bits of every song you ever knew

not young, not old... eternal 

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Pic: Walking home by myself; feeling sheltered.

all there is

gone as sudden as sound

lost

thoughts and things weep

secret

the debris of years reach  

stretch

out the empty logic of loss 

ruin

time's understudy at the door

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Pic: A balancing act on the Red Cedar River.

my assumptive world order

I think this photo is from when At committed to Alma, and everyone dressed up in college gear to celebrate. I miss when my parents used to live with us for half the year (I miss when my mom was alive).
 

FB is going to be killing me softly for evermore with memories, I guess.

It's ok; I can take it. I'm glad there were happy times. I'm smiling back at these loved faces.

I can't imagine a world without these loves in whatever physical or spiritual form they are and how lucky am I to always have some part of them. 

Pic: FB sent me this memory from "10 Years ago" as it says at the top of the photo.

externalizations

I shouldn't take photos from the car, but only the brave deserve beauty?

Also, between Amma and my small accident last month, I think I've got a case of survivor defensive externalizing in a way that comes off as arrogance and carelessness.

And also apropos of nothing, on our walk today, JG was beginning to worry all over again that I haven't seen my doc or had any cancer screenings in ages... and then looked at me and called it: "You are never going to get cancer treatment, are you?" Who knows how I will react if confronted with that choice... But as of now, that is the plan. Yes.

Pic: Sunset on The Maple River.

twin (de)lights

Driving Nu back to the dorms this morning, and both of us gasped at the size of the full moon in the morning sky. Nu is very much a "I’m going to take a picture with my eyes and keep it in my memory” person, so this photo is evidence of Nu being so kind to my more pedestrian sensibilities.

Also kind--Nu coming in this weekend to spend time with Max and Huck so Big A and I could go to his college reunion.

I love long car rides and freewheeling chats with this baby. By the time we got to the college, there was a brilliant orange sun behind us, but I knew better than to ask for a photo of that too. I know the limits. Ha.

Pic: That streetlight seems to be giving the moon some competition here, but that wasn't the case in real life.

after fall

It's rich irony then that I feel like a ghost

alive, haunting every hang of time 

asking, if is this all there is

the bruise of the moment

the body sinking down

anchoring absolutely

nothing but me

this is a story I actually don't want to tell 

I'd rather retract into porous sleep 

or silence--providently waiting 

just past the gate the miracle

or watching and loving 

all I ever had to do

was show up

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Pic: I could barely believe that the orange balls in the dirt were pumpkins... Where are the vines? Why am I such a city bumpkin?
 

flights (of fancy)

BigA and I were driving home from the reunion weekend in Kalamazoo, talking about booking our trip to India, when in the sky this gorgeous bird in the sky...

Can you see the swallow up there, I asked?

I can see a bird, he said.

I remembered that I don't think I've seen a real swallow either.

Pic: Sunset on a road trip.

Happy and Happy

BigA's Birthday! We're in Kalamazoo for his 30th college reunion weekend as well. 

It feels odd to be celebrating without the kids, but this is so A's speed, and we're having a great time, and it has been fun hearing all the old stories once again.

Pic: The restaurant found out we were celebrating his birthday (because I told them!) and they took this polaroid of us. What a cute idea!

caught

A poem should be motionless in time   

As the moon climbs,

Leaving, as the moon releases

Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,   

Memory by memory the mind—

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Some of my favorite lines from Archibald Macleish's "Ars Poetica"