As many of you probably know, I am a transplanted Newfoundlander living in the South. To call me a fish out ouf water would be an understatement. But there is something about the south that I simply love. I love the rolling drawl of a southern native, and how words just seem to lilt on their tongue. There is a gentleness of spirit here, one that reminds me of home in a way. I love the cackalacka blue sky. I love deep fried pickles, but unfortunately, that love is unrequited, so we had to part ways in a very messy break-up that involved tears the scale and a measuring tape. I love the warm breezes. I love the beaches and I adore the mountains. I love that things grow here like mutants and I can throw something in the ground and it, for an entire season, makes me look like some professional gardener. I like the poepl
But lately, I’m not liking the conversation so much.
There is so much here that I deeply adore
So because of this level of admiration I have for my state, I have been tied in knots about the conversations we’ve been having about politics voting and equality. When you look at the beauty in this State, you just think everyone needs to take a big ole deep and cleansing breath and realize that life is short and we have more important things to deal with…..
I’ve had myself tied in knots for a few weeks now. I’ve kept quiet i did not want to get involved in a public way, rather we would express our opinion where it counts. But it didn’t make a difference. Yesterday, I wasAnd today I find myself in no man’s land, unable to focus on any of the toher items on my task list because I feel I did not do enough.
And today, I had to write. Because that
I have read op eds, and interviews with people who were both I am horrified when I read articles with headlines that proclaim “North Carolina denies gays the right
Here’s my point in all this. On the day my son died I had a big old chat with God. And here’s what I know for sure. He told me to love, he said it was the only thing that mattered, and it would solve everything. Love in spite of pain, love in spite of difference.
So let’s not cancel the Democratic convention. To the people who started the petition I would love it if instead of cancelling, come and stay with me. My husband can fire up the BBQ, and I can just love you. Let’s invite some people who voted for the Amendment change, and let’s take some time to get to know each other.
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