An American Quilt

[The last voting blogpost, I promise! Enough hatred and vitriol for a lifetime, and in only one week!]

I knew nothing of quilts until I met my husband. As it were, I failed my sewing badge miserably in Girl Scouts and had the worst leader in the world. Her idea of judging said badge entry was calling the entire Troop over to laugh at my work. Nice. I was seven and still remember. So, sewing wasn’t exactly something I gravitated toward.

When we married, my M-I-L gave me a priceless hexagonal quilt made of flour sacks, 100 years old, made in her family. She told me to use it as a tablecloth, covered with plastic. No way. It deserved a proper hanging. Each hexagon was a single flower surrounded by groups of flowers in the same color scheme. Until her relative began getting a little senile. Then the colors got brighter and the combinations around the edges of the quilt a bit strange. There are two motifs across the quilt that fall in that dimension, and those I named my husband and I, two peas out of pods who met each other across miles and life choices to get together anyway. That’s the Flour Flower Power quilt.

Then, my M-I-L gave me a polyester (!) bright geometric quilt she designed and sewed while her two sons were young, in the seventies. It’s wild and I call it the Crazy Quilt. Another is a really cute quilt of little boys in overalls wearing sun hats. I’ve yet to have her sew pockets on the back for hanging but will soon so I can hang it in our next home.

When we moved three years ago and each got our own office, I picked out two quilts. His is a muted version (kinder, gentler) of a Texas flag. Mine is a sampler quilt made by a group of 12 Canadian women (my mom was Canadian). So we’re big into hanging quilts now.

Each quilt brings a story or two. Just like every American. Tomorrow, we have a choice to respect and care for each other as fellow citizens, no matter how different we may be in terms of race, gender, religion, sexual identity, social status. Or we can choose to leave our walls bare, our neighborhoods bereft of activity and just hate and punish each other for our differences.

I’ve chosen to love my neighbor, even if one plays his music a bit too loud, and another parks a bit too close to the line in the parking garage.

Americans come in many shapes and sizes and that’s what makes each “quilt” unique. I learn from others every day, and hopefully at my advanced age I’m able to share some wisdom as well. We’re all Americans. Our nation was created as one of immigrants, and together we’ve made it the greatest in the world. I look forward to sharing America’s 250th birthday with my fellow Americans. I hope you voted, and that we’ll be able to share in a brighter future for all. Thanks, as always, for reading. Dee

Dear Billionaires

To the newspaper owners who chickened out of endorsements in the 2024 Presidential election:

No, I’m not one of you. I am a customer who reads your content or buys whatever you sell. I’ve been an Amazon Prime member for ages. I’m also a taxpayer who pays for the government contracts you’re afraid of losing if Donald Trump wins the presidency.

If yours was a reasoned decision arrived at a year ago, that’s one thing. But waiting until a week before the election and weaseling out is so incredibly cowardly and it defies any other description.

I think of Shay Moss and Ruby Freeman who have feared for their lives for the past four years since Donald Trump singled them out for simply doing their election jobs in Georgia. They had guts and a heck of a lot to lose.

With such a cruel and ephemeral temper as has one Donald Trump, even sucking up to him now doesn’t guarantee for one minute that you won’t be next on his hit list. At least you have excess material wealth to fall back on. Most of the rest of us don’t.

Just because Kamala Harris will uphold the Constitution and rule of law, doesn’t mean that this doesn’t sting. No, she won’t shut down the free press or single you out for retribution, but that’s no reason to be an ultimate weenie. I might go to prison for all the reasoned, anti-Trump posts I’ve penned but I still write of the wrongs Mr. Trump has done and the more he can inflict from the Oval Office toward women, immigrants and other enemies from within.

I stand behind the red, white and blue. Your flag seems only to be green. Given a choice between 250 years of democracy or a new autocracy led by a cruel, inhumane idiot surrounded by sycophants I’ll choose democracy every day and twice on Sunday.

The economy will burst under the grand tariff plan and Trump’s daily mood swings will lead to the polar opposite of economic stability. Thanks for that. Staying on the fence gets awfully uncomfortable. Enjoy it. I voted for democracy and hope others will as well. Dee

Sedition, Misogyny

and now … child abuse? Tucker Carlson’s intro for “Daddy” Donald Trump was beyond creepy. Big Daddy is gonna give America a big spanking for being a “bad girl?”

On second thought, I’m going to the City Clerk and demanding my ballot back. This is the platform I want. Let’s toss the Constitution, deport half of the population (80 million Harris voters, 2 Million federal workers, 25 million undesirable immigrants and perhaps half the military, staff of every university, college, high school and grade school plus anyone else on the Trump Enemies List) and take away the rest of the women’s right to vote so that Daddy can control everything they do without them ever having to think about anything serious ever again. And if so, we don’t have to listen to a word they say.

As “Daddy” would say, “boom boom done.” All Dear Daddy Leader has to do now is have his face carved on Mt. Rushmore for posterity. I think it sounds perfect, but then I’m a woman. And, wait, I have a BRAIN! Let’s see how I can use it to defeat the nation’s wannabe daddy once and for all and put him in prison where he belongs for his myriad crimes against American citizens for attempting to overthrow the 2020 election, for stealing secret documents and keeping them in a public bathroom, and for assaulting dozens of women over his lifetime.

My mother tried the “wait until your father gets home” ploy, once. Dad arrived home, tired, and Mom sent me into his home office. He asked me why I called my little sister an idiot. I didn’t have a good explanation and he asked me if she was an idiot. No. Then don’t call her one again. OK. “Now, what do you want to talk about, we have to spend at least five minutes in here before dinner. What did you learn in school today?” After that, Mom put a Chock-full-o-Nuts can on the kitchen table with a slot in the lid and we had to pay a whole nickel (that was a lot on a fifty cent per week allowance) every time we called each other dumb or something similar. Problem solved.

I’m 65 years old and Dad died December 1, 2016. I miss him every day and always tell stories and am still thinking of questions only he could answer. Dang! I don’t need a Daddy to spank me when I’m bad. Dad never spanked me once. I certainly don’t need a president to take the role of mean daddy and spank little girls for transgressions.

We can’t let Donald Trump ever have the nuclear codes again. Please. Everyone’s family is a little different, that’s what makes us special. But Donald Trump and Tucker Carlson need to be sent away somewhere they can commiserate but not ever hurt a living thing again, ever. Please vote! Dee

A Few Things…

that have been on my mind of late. I’ve been quite busy, moving from a tower in a bustling northern city (swing state) placing our lives in storage, and driving south to a small (slightly under 1,000 acres) cattle ranch in Trump Country.

It’s temporary, and quite an ordeal to find out that my drivers license expires on my birthday next month and the state of Texas requires everyone to prove they’re a US citizen for everything, presumably so that all those millions of “illegal” rapists and murderers can’t vote for Kamala Harris. They did it backwards, though. In order to get a drivers license for a new resident one needs to register their car in the state and in order to get proof of address in a hurry, one must have something like… a voter registration card (!!!) to prove it. So yes, I’m registered to vote here and early voting started today. No, I didn’t have to get a certified copy of my birth certificate because a US Passport is sufficient but most of the folks here don’t have passports and are mighty upset that they have to go back to vital records in the town where they were born for a certified copy. Especially older folks, and especially since many of these elderly courthouses have burned over the years and lost many records.

I read that the The Heritage Foundation (one and the same as Project 2025) did a study over several years of over a billion voters and found that fewer than ONE HUNDRED had voted as an unregistered immigrant, and most of those were accidental. So red states are going nuts about immigration and murderers and insane people descending on communities, taking their jobs and eating their pets…for nothing.

A Criminal Oligarchy

If Trump wins, we’ll definitely have the first but in my mind, not the last part of that description. Why? An emboldened Trump will try to break all the rules, including the Constitution. And he will grift every day in office like he’s doing now and did throughout his first term. Jared and Ivanka will be in charge of foreign grift (laundering money for favors, see how much he’s returned to his $2 billion investors, ZERO), and Eric and Junior domestic through crypto and other schemes. Elon will be cast aside after his $75 million is spent, because Trump is notoriously transactional and has no friends to prove it. And Elon gets as much press as Donald. Donald won’t share power, or limelight, with anyone. But the White House will definitely be for sale, look for high prices on Lincoln Bedroom stays and signed photos of Breakfast with Barron.

The Politics of Less

All my life I’ve strived to be more, more than others expect and more than I expect for myself. I joined public service to actually serve the public, and non-profits because I believed in their missions and wanted to help them grow to better serve their niche whether it be education for the poor, theatre, and other worthy causes even spaying/neutering of feral cats.

Donald Trump works on the philosophy of less. Fewer voters, only appeal to the base, deny emergency funding to states that didn’t vote for him. Deny the oath of office and stay past his welcome using every ruse possible, including the violence of January 6.

A few weeks ago I read that one voter is casting his vote for Trump because “he hates all the right people.” Funny (not), politicians are supposed to add to their voter base, identify and pose solutions to the problems of everyday Americans. Running on proud hatred of women, Jews, Muslims, immigrants (legal as well), African-Americans, Latinos and anyone who’s not at least a millionaire. Not to mention that Democrats and anyone Republican or Independent who doesn’t vote for Trump are now the “enemy within” and may be thrown in the gulag with no legal rights or hope of reprieve.

Perhaps I’m just naive. But I never wanted to join a club whose motto is “hating all the right people.” I don’t like book banners or people who patronize women posing as “protectors” while they take away our Constitutional rights.

Another Person’s Shoes

Have I led a charmed life? Maybe. I grew up in an upwardly mobile, middle class family and always knew I’d go to college. I had good jobs, not the best paying but post-college they were challenging and interesting. Now we’re living temporarily in a town of about 5,000 people, many quite poor. It’s a shock to go to the grocery store, which is nothing like my local Whole Foods Market.

It’s an historic town, that manufacturing left perhaps fifty years ago, so it’s an older community. Very conservative and religious. My husband was born and raised in Texas and retains a hint of the regional accent but I’m definitely a Yank and a Democrat to boot. It’s temporary, so I’ll vote but not make a stink about it.

I’ve always thought it would be advantageous for every American to go to a foreign country and meet the people and see that even if we dress a bit differently, worship a different faith and speak a language we may not understand in the end everything is familiar. We all have family, friends, like to eat good food so there’s always something to talk about. Same with Americans meeting Americans from different regions and socio-economic realms. Republicans still try to make rural folk hate city folk. There’s no difference except there’s a heck of a lot more space out here and in this particular place there may actually be more cows than people. It’s a taste of another world, one which I truly appreciate while I might not choose it for myself on a full-time basis.

Do unto others. It’s always been my philosophy. Political leaders, especially presidents, must serve all the people, lifting them up instead of beating them down. We have a choice before us that will determine the future of our nation, our 250-year experiment in democracy. Vote wisely. Our lives literally depend upon it. Cheers! Dee

WWDJTD

We know exactly what Trump would do. Given a pandemic, he denied it then said it was OK, it only affected “blue” states. Hurricanes or wildfires? If in office, deny aid if they didn’t vote for him. Out of office? Lie to people who’ve lost loved ones and homes and say the federal government stole their money, is after their land, the democrats created the storm to hurt only republicans and that FEMA won’t help.

Now are those actions “presidential” in any way? Think about it. And please vote. Dee

An Oath is an Oath

Country over party. In my adopted state of Wisconsin, Kamala Harris and Liz Cheney will stand together to campaign today in Ripon, WI, birthplace of the Republican Party. I’m so proud to be an American citizen and voter.

At the VP debate, Gov. Walz got Senator Vance to admit that he would break the law and his oath to his constituents and the United States Constitution to re-elect Donald Trump. That is unconscionable and renders him ineligible to run for or VP or hold his seat as Senator from Ohio.

That’s just the way it is. We’re better than this, America. We as citizens deserve better than liars and cheaters who claim to represent us but only represent themselves. It’s called public service for a reason, and one earns a voter’s respect to represent the people’s interests, not the candidate’s own.

If I ran for Congress just to get a great lifetime healthcare plan, I would not be worthy of the seat. Or to get popular on social media. Or to become Dr. Evil and run the world with space lasers. It’s a job and we have to hire our president, senator, governor, mayor, city councilwoman based on qualifications and policy positions.

Our democracy is at stake. Donald Trump has been accused of attempting to defraud the American people by stealing our votes. We cannot allow him to try it again. Vote! Dee

Resumes

It was the best of resumes, it was the worst of resumes… what does one do as a new college grad? Let’s see. I babysat a lot during middle and high school. Summers I taught gymnastics and worked part-time in a college admissions office. No cushy parent-sponsored internships at McKinsey or a top law firm.

So I went another direction. I had a professional photographer take a photo of me on stage at a lectern with a working mic, speaking earnestly (I did introduce the Sunday speaker an hour before). In an incredibly hot grey wool suit on a late August morning. It was a one-pager, ecru paper and two columns like a newspaper and it showed promise, what I could do rather than the little I had accomplished substantively prior to gaining my degree. It got me my job as a policy analyst for the Speaker of the NYS Assembly. Voila, a career began.

Mr. Trump and your fellow rich morons, that is why Kamala Harris didn’t wax poetic (until now) about her stint at the Golden Arches. It’s not what one showcases to get one’s first “real” job as a college graduate. It’s what the lions share of middle class students must do to earn that cap and gown.

Get over it, nepo babies. She has. Carpe diem, Dee

Whatsoever You Do

to the least of your brothers, that you do unto me. That moved me, singing to the music of the guitar at Mass sung by college students. I was eight years old and a newcomer to the “cool” college Mass, vastly different than old St. Joe’s.

It is an easily understandable and inviolable code that I learned as a kid, and not only from regular church-going. I just don’t get why those who seek our votes seem to have missed this universal concept.

We care about Ukraine because Putin is a tyrant who only cares for himself and his precious legacy that will reunite the USSR as if he were Lenin himself. I know it. Poland knows it. So does NATO. Donald Trump would run over his grandmother to make a quick buck and to keep himself out of jail.

And women over fifty, like me, do care a great deal about reproductive rights, not because I can no longer bear children but because I care deeply about the rights of those who can and do. And yes, I’ve a big issue with SCOTUS taking away constitutional rights in general. And bestowing new ones like immunity on crooked politicians.

I don’t need a Donald Trump to “protect” me from decisions regarding my life and body. I don’t need him to protect me from society, the workplace, men in general (except him) or worrying my pretty little head about manly things like the right to vote for who represents me in our government.

The country needs to protect itself from Donald Trump and each and every one of his acolytes who will do anything to gain power and control, while trampling the rights of others, mainly women, immigrants, minorities and anyone who earns less than $1 million per year.

It should be simple. One of our presidential candidates cares about America, its Constitution and people. The other doesn’t. What the cost of living adjustment is to Social Security benefits will have to wait. It’s a binary choice. Please make the right one on November 5. Thanks for reading! Dee

A Long Strange Trip

We’ve moved. The trip was quite interesting, as was the wind-up, deciding what to bring, packing, storing, getting the brand new COVID vaccine (not a great idea, should be labeled “Do Not Mix with Heavy Moving”) that laid us low and set us back several days.

Traveling with the five year-old dog is always an adventure. Luckily she likes the car but was kind of skittish as moving had her constantly worrying that her “pack” would leave her so she forced her way through every doorway with us so we couldn’t escape her keen eyes and ears. That’s what you get with a herder!

Some of the roads, even sub-Interstates, were abysmal while others were great. We pulled a 6’X12′ trailer with my mid-sized SUV (got a trailer hitch installed just for the trip) and that was my husband’s adventure. He drove the entire way, because he’s a farm boy at heart and has a CDL and I’m just a pseudo “soccer mom” with a 20 year-old SUV and a dog instead of a grandkid.

On an interesting note, we read a plaque at a rest stop in Illinois with the history of Mary Harris Jones, the union “mother” who is buried nearby in the Union Miners Cemetery at Mt. Olive. She was a heroine of the 1890 coal miners in Illinois and the inspiration for the current magazine Mother Jones. I had no idea that Illinois and Indiana sit on a major coal deposit.

Now we have arrived at our temporary destination and are just about recovered from the move physically, but not entirely settled in. We’re trying to get things done, however, so I’ll be back a bit as there’s so much we missed that’s going on in the world.

Sadly I won’t be able to vote in our swing state. My vote won’t make much of a difference here but I’m dropping off my registration today so that I can vote at least for President and Congress.

Lulu has been running around the countryside, also sniffing construction sites and coming up with sticky cobwebs all over her. Needs a bath desperately but her shower head diverter is not yet in place (needs a part that we’ll get later today).

All for now. Please register to vote. More on dogs and cats and wondering why one particular political party is obsessed with them.

Former Cat Lady (still Childless), Dee

Labor Day

As I walked the dog at her new 6:00 a.m. preferred time, I was asked about the meaning of Labor Day. What do you think it means, I asked.

Is it about when women go into labor? No, sir. It’s a celebration of people who work for a living, those paycheck-to-paycheck folks like most of us who didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in our mouths. But especially the trades, starting with carpenters in the late 1800’s.

But I had no choice but to come into work today. No choice? Did they offer you time and a half or double time to come in on a holiday? Yes. Then you had a choice, sir. Even though your answer was technically “because I have to pay my rent.”

For all of you who are able to enjoy the day, have a couple of BBQ ribs for me. We’re moving at the end of the week so it’s still pack pack pack. But this afternoon we’ll have an hour off to go get our new COVID and flu shots so we’re ready for the wilds of our new US destination. More to come. Happy Labor Day! Try not to commit any election interference on your day off! Dee