Broken Corset

April 1, 2009

Mucking About in the Pond

Filed under: careers, Family, General Remarks, motherhood, parenting, women — saracallow @ 8:18 pm

I submitted my application to continue my graduate studies two nights ago.  My application scooted in just under the deadline, and I’m still waiting on the arrival of my transcripts.  As I’ve considered starting back to school part time, and the major commitment and sacrifice such an endeavor requires, I have constantly vacillated back and forth over whether it’s the right decision or not.

I find that when I’m at home with the kids, focused on life here, I enjoy it very much.  I like to cook, help in the classroom, hear the April fool’s jokes, hug, help with homework, and watch soccer practice.  (If I could offload the laundry, I’d be happier).  But the truth is, I’m content here in the home, I feel lucky to be here.

When I was in school, one year ago, working part time on a Master’s degree, I  loved the challenge of reading new material, discussing it in class, and even writing the term papers most students dread.  I began to dream about going on for a PhD, doing important research, and headlining conferences!  :)   (Oh, what a small ego I apparently have!)

Today, I read my son a story called Eliza and the Dragonfly.  Eliza is a young girl who cannot wait to grow up, and as she looks a the young dragonfly nymph, still swimming in the pond, she worries that he will not know when it is his time to take flight.  Her aunt responds by saying, “Eliza, a dragonfly nymph doesn’t worry about when it will grow up and become a dragonfly.  It doesn’t wish it could fly or be more beautiful than it already is.  It just mucks about in the pond, being itself.  Then it wakes up one morning with wings.” 

The wisdom of children’s books.  This is not even close to the first time that I felt more inspired and touched by a children’s author than the gospel itself. 

Clearly, this explanation speaks to me today.  It probably speaks to me almost every day.  But today, as I muck about in the pond, and worry about what steps to take moving forward, I envy the dragonfly.  And initially, I think, “Yes, that is the answer.  Contentment where you are… no need to move forward, no worry for the future.”  And there IS wisdom in that concept. 

But it isn’t complete…  because we aren’t the dragonfly nymph, and our wings won’t sprout of their own accord.  So if we dream of taking flight some day, we may have to do some preparation.  The answer I believe, lies in finding contentment in the pond while we are there…  to prepare, and grow, and plan, but to appreciate mucking about in the pond. 

Today, I hosted three “playdates”, drove six children (not all my own) a variety of locations, folded 6 baskets of laundry, swept the floor 3 times, taught the dog to fetch, met with other moms to prepare a presentation at the elementary school tomorrow, made breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and did the dishes – and  had a fabulous time mucking about in the pond. 

But I won’t mind growing some either.  It’s not all bad to do some preparation…  when you’re planning to take flight – and it doesn’t have to take away from the joy of mucking about in the pond.  And my husband can do the laundry.

February 20, 2009

Thanks to Dear Abby

Filed under: California, Civil Rights, Family, gay marriage, Homosexuality, Law, Marriage, Religion — saracallow @ 3:52 pm

I almost hate to admit it, but the truth is, I’ve probably read more words in Dear Abby columns than in all other written sources combined.  Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration when you consider the length of the average Dear Abby column.  And yet, up until my move to Northern California a year ago, where I’ve chosen to receive a newspaper that doesn’t carry the column, I’d been a devoted Dear Abby reader since about 8 years of age.  It was my favorite morning activity as a child, getting MY part of the newspaper.  I would eagerly seek out Abby and Ann Landers every morning as my parents enjoyed their coffee and the front page.  Through the letters and advice I became acquainted with the marriage concerns, budget woes, child rearing issues, neighborly complaints, etiquette dos and don’ts and pet peeves of the average American.  I also became well acquainted with the generally common sense approach to problems that both authors advocated. 

I even remember my great disappointment when somewhere during my later elementary school years one of two famous sisters came to speak in our small Montana town, and I didn’t get to go.  They were, in my mind, the people with the best answers to everything. 

A friend pointed out the Dear Abby column from today (2/20) to me and I was happy to read its support of my views of the church/state separation in regards to marriage equality.  It is heartening to think that across the country, 8 year olds like me are being exposed to a common sense dialogue on this issue. 

I don’t think I’ve even done an update on our approach to marriage since the passage of Prop. 8, so here it is…

After careful contemplation and research following the passage of Proposition 8, my husband and I elected not to officially divorce.  Truthfully, it would have been our preference to end our participation in civil marriage while it remains a discriminatory institution, and I applaud anyone who has chosen such a course.  However, in our tight financial situation, with Domestic Partnerships open only to same gendered couples, we didn’t find ourselves able to protect our family and children adequately without the benefits conveyed by legal marriage.  (As Doctor Laura would probably HATE to hear me say, I am my children’s mother!)However, while it may be a small protest, we have stopped wearing our wedding rings.  We decided that at the least, we would not continue to publicly designate ourselves as “married”.  We would not wear a symbol of the discriminatory institution that is readily seen and acknowledged as a statement of participation in the exclusionary institution.  And we will continue to do our part to spread the message that church marriage and civil marriage should be separate institutions.  Anything less chooses one religious viewpoint over another, and leaves little protection of religious freedom for ALL of us.  

Thanks Dear Abby.

It’s Been a Bit…

Filed under: Uncategorized — saracallow @ 3:03 pm

But (hopefully) I’m back to writing.  I hate to even commit in my current life, having just moved and adopted a puppy.  But I love writing, and I think I am a little bit happier and healthier when I’m doing it…  so I’m back (at least I think!)

December 18, 2008

Scenes From an Italian Restaurant

Filed under: Agnosticism, Family, holidays, motherhood, parenting, politics, Spirituality, values — Tags: — saracallow @ 5:51 pm

Several months ago, I dined with family and friends in a little Italian restaurant in San Francisco.  It was a family run establishment, with the father roaming the restaurant singing, and his somewhat irreverent daughter managing the tables.  In my ongoing quest for spirituality, I find myself often replaying moments that seem to suggest a deeper meaning or some sort of rule to live by…. perhaps applicable outside of a specific faith or cultural environment.  And somehow, the little comments the waitress was just letting roll off her tongue – some even said sarcastically, seemed to resonate with me and my constantly re-evaluated philosophy for life.

During the course of the evening she had three little comments really hit home.  First, she said, “I don’t want to be bored.”  Amen to that, was my thought.  As a stay at home mom, I find that my life alternates between the utterly mundane (where I could scream and pull my hair out from boredom) to the completely unpredictable, unforgettable, and unimaginably wonderful.  Most of the time… life at home with little ones is a rollercoaster with the latter three twists and turns.  This is what I love about it.  There are funny, stressful, and emotional moments paired up with poignant ones where I close my eyes take a deep breath and try to savor every last drip of time.  Even the terrible moments can qualify in the time I love.  I am actually glad to be the person dealing with the stress of my children, because I love them so completely, that I trust my own reaction during those times far more than anyone else’s (that even includes my spouse!)  But interspersed with the part I love is the monotony of folding laundry, cleaning bathrooms, putting away dishes, driving the car around town, and grocery shopping.  Now every job has its ups and downs, but some of the boredom that can accompany life at home is overwhelming for me in a way that working never was.  So I really identified with her first statement.  Give me screaming, tears, laughter, hugs, or arguments any day over laundry.

The next little piece of wisdom out of our waitress’s mouth was, “I want a little of the bad.”  This could easily tie into the preference for the ups and downs over the boredom of laundry, but truthfully, I related this to excitement…. To the danger and joy I felt “cruising” in high school with the music on way too loud, to a bit of the experimentation that was part of my college experience…  spur of the moment road trips, dancing all night with virtual strangers, my belly button ring (now discarded), my contemplated tattoo, and a little bit of mary jane.  And truthfully, as my mind flashed over each moment that I bucked expectations and challenged the system a bit, I smiled.  Those were some of the best moments in my life – (pre-motherhood) – and while I have no desire to return to that risk-taking lifestyle of my late teens and early twenties, I’m certainly not sorry that I took risks during that time.   I hope that those experiences help me to retain my head when my children are teenagers – and while I don’t exactly hope they repeat all of my experiences, I guess I can appreciate that those experiences were not evil and in many ways helped me to figure out exactly who I am.  I suppose that I hope for my own children that they are able to find that “little of the bad” without sinking into a quagmire of trouble… and that as I try to keep them on the good path, I will recognize that not every step into the mud is life-threatening, career ending, or college failing – that indeed many of them teach us about our character, how to find joy in the everyday and unexpected, and how to let go of expectations sometime and just enjoy the ride.

The final little piece of wisdom out of our waitress’s mouth was, “kindness is a virtue”.  I believe that she actually was being sarcastic when she said this, mocking her father’s routine around the restaurant a bit… and truthfully, I didn’t really need her to say this one, because it is something my spouse and I have discussed many times.  With all of our questioning and uncertainty, kindness is the one value that we continually come back to.  Without a doubt, it is the number one quality we hope to teach our children.  It is not so different from the Christian “love thy neighbor as thyself” – a teaching of Jesus’ that I believe can be seen in virtually every action he takes in the Bible.  Kindness to our fellow citizen basically sums up what I expect from their behavior out in the world.  It influences my political values: Is it kind to exclude others from the institution of marriage, treat your environment poorly, deny citizenship or basic services to fellow humans based on birthplace, allow the elderly or poor to experience worse healthcare than the wealthy?  My answer is unequivocally no – and I hope that someday my children understand that kindness can be a lens through which nearly all actions can be viewed, and that they conduct themselves according to a similar value system.

It’s funny where wisdom comes from.  Being “Christmas season” – I’ve been studying and reading some of the Gospels of the Bible – trying to recognize what the good teachings are behind this holiday of excess (which is funny because I don’t really consider myself a Christian!)  But there are some really great principles in those books, and Jesus himself was a pretty phenomenal teacher…  but so too can be our fellow citizen, our waitress, the wallpaper in our house (as I’ve mentioned before.)  It’s a really great time of year to reflect on spirituality, what is meaningful, and all those tiny moments that are similar to my Italian restaurant.  As we head into this crazy season, I hope you’re able to find some time for peaceful reflection…  or even just a moment to stop and reflect on something that hits you just right amongst the chaos of carols, cookies, cards, packages, social obligations . . . .  (I know, the list can be endless!)

December 12, 2008

Great Interview of Mike Huckabee

Filed under: Uncategorized — saracallow @ 3:29 pm

If you haven’t seen this, you should.  I’m generally a Daily Show fan, but I missed this one.  Thanks to one of my facebook friends for calling it to my attention.

Who has time for Mommy Wars?

Filed under: Family, Marriage, motherhood, parenting, Uncategorized, women — saracallow @ 3:18 pm

Admittedly, I’m way behind on blog postings… and I’ve honestly had lots of inspiring little moments, all captured (as many things are in my hectic life)with green children’s marker on the back of a piece of junk mail which is buried (I hope) somewhere in my pile of important things I need to get to.  But I haven’t had any time to get to any of it.

In fact, they have stopped delivering a newspaper to my door.  Typically, this would cause me to call and report a delivery error – but I’m procrastinating because I have a fear that there is a bill for said newspapers also buried deep in my pile of important things to do, and it is not a mistake that one of my favorite indulgences is no longer in my driveway each morning.

Such is the life of a mom this time of year.  It’s a little sexist to exclude the dads… but generally speaking, I find it is us women who have volunteered to bake a couple dozen cookies for the teachers at school, cut out extra crafts for the holiday party, and bring in unused coats and food for the coat and food drive.  We are also planning to help our kids celebrate by baking extra at home, decorating the house, attending every little school performance and party, and digging up old Christmas DVDs and music.  And I haven’t even mentioned gift planning, shopping, and wrapping or addressing holiday cards. 

Wow.  And all this on top of our other responsibilities.  As I sat down at the computer and calculated how long it had been since I blogged, I thought about how all of us are in the holiday crunch this time of year.  Some of us add on the responsibilities to a very busy work day at the office, others of us, to a very busy work day at home. 

And I think about the Mommy Wars.  These “wars” are something I have never particularly understood or felt a part of.  Maybe it’s because my choice to stay at home wasn’t an easy one to make, or one that I  think I’ll stick with forever.  I know how hard those of us who work at home work, and how much personal sacrifice it entails.  And I could turn around and say the exact same thing about those moms I know who work “at work”.   

Our recent move to the Silicon Valley has been a little eye opening actually when it comes to the “mommy wars”.  Even in Los Angeles, most moms seemed to fit pretty neatly into one of the two armies at war…  but not here.  Here, a truce seems to have been called.  In the extremely progressive Bay Area, I hardly know any moms at home who don’t dabble in a professional environment too.  What a lucky position for these moms to be in.  Rather than look upon anyone working disparagingly (as the mommy war would encourage me to) – I look upon these women enviously.  Somehow, they have managed to straddle both worlds, part time in each, engaged at home on a daily basis with their children, and intellectually and professionally stimulated as well.  They aren’t the moms of our mother’s generation who worked full time and still felt the responsibility to do it all at home.  There are many of these women who have genuinely found a reasonable part time commitment to both – aided in large part by the greater flexibility and progressive stance offered by  many of the internet companies located here.  Of course, this is how I envision it.  They might describe it differently.

Nonetheless, I feel sorry for the rest of us, who have had to choose one over the other – and especially for some of us for whom the “choice” was one of necessity not options.  Being a mom isn’t easy – especially this time of year.  Making choices that somehow automatically assign you a role in some sort of war isn’t something most of us signed up for when we made our “choice”.   And who has time for such a debate anyway?  Not me.  There are too many things in  my pile waiting to get done!

This holiday season, when I’m behind on enough things already… I look upon each mom I see out there with a smile.  Being a mom is a sisterhood really, and whichever side of the war you’re on, you’re a part of it.  We’re all just trying to get it all done, and find some time to sit by the fire and celebrate the holidays with the ones we love.  It’s time for peace in the mommy wars… and there’s no better time to recognize it than this holiday season.

November 18, 2008

Shhhh… Don’t Tell.

Filed under: Agnosticism, Family, politics, Presidency, Religion, Spirituality, Uncategorized — saracallow @ 2:30 pm

My husband and I are new owners of an “old” house.  Since we have a couple of months before we have to move into our new old home, we have decided to work on some home improvement projects.  And, since we’re out of money, we’re doing most of the work ourselves.  I spent both days this weekend stripping textured wallpaper, circa 1970 from the walls. 

As I washed and rinsed the last of the layers of wallpaper glue away, I felt a little sad.  The layers signified a time gone by, and I could almost feel the ghosts of previous owners looking over my shoulder, telling me that they hung baby pictures of their children on these walls. I pictured a family in the home, a little boy chasing up and down the halls, a teenage girl preening in front of the mirror in the bathroom, dinner cooking in the now very outdated kitchen, mom and dad relaxing in the nearby living room.  As I washed away the last remnants of this previous era, it was an ending, and while I don’t know exactly who existed there long before me, I mourned their passing and paused to honor the memory of what might have been. 

And yet, in this ending is our beginning.  As I wash away of the old, I prepare for the new.  We will now leave our mark on the walls, hang our pictures, hear the laughter of our children.  There is something beautiful and spiritual right there, in the readying of the old wall for new paint.

It is, of course, akin to the natural cycle… to winter and the death of a previous season, and spring and rebirth of the next.  The maturation of the garden and enjoyment of ripe tomatoes off the vine which will soon wither and decompose under the leaves, contributing their vitamins and seed to the soil for the next growing season. 

I find a great deal of spirituality in nature, in the natural cycle – absent the “intelligent design” of God. I’m not convinced that God doesn’t exist…. but in moments of deep contemplation, I sometimes wonder why we need a diety for life to be spiritual and to have meaning.  Examining nature on its own, evolution with all of its flaws, starts and stops, and slow progression forward is enough to inspire deep humiliation in any being.  The need of all species to work in community, care for one another and their environment, and strive towards world peace in order to ensure simple survival is possible without involving God… and in fact, quite amazing on its own.

I find myself at this juncture of thoughts now and then, and I think, it should be depressing to contemplate a world without God.  But I don’t feel depressed, and so I test myself… what if I die, and there is no God, no heaven, no afterlife?  And truthfully, I find myself in a peaceful position… I think, I’d like a simple burial so that I can decompose back into the earth.  So that the energy from my cells can provide the garden for some future generation to find joy and sustenance in.  I feel a spiritual connection to this earth, and a reverence for my life here, and now… because it might be all that I have.  I have heard people claim that the true rewards await in heaven, that God’s home is more our rightful place than the one we occupy now, that love of God precedes that for our children, parents, partners.  I truthfully don’t know what to make of all of this.  What is the point of the here and now then?  Simply a preparation for some unknown reward?  That  feels depressing to me.

But please… keep this on the DL (down low for those not familiar with the acronym).  I wouldn’t want anyone to know that maybe God doesn’t govern my soul.  Could there be anything worse?  Everyone out there knows that absent a belief in God, a person is basically a walking soldier of Satan.  While I struggle to reconcile this view of non-believers with what I feel when I contemplate the inherent spirituality and goodness of nature it is clear to me how widely it permeates our society.

As a society we still value religiosity quite highly.  Can you imagine a Presidential candidate who admitted to questioning God?  Quite the opposite is true.  At this point, candidates go out of their way to identify themselves as religious.  We may have been willing to consider a Mormon, an African American and a woman as president this time around… but an atheist or agnostic?  No way.  It is this public denial of uncertainty that drives me a little nuts.  Where does this strength in belief come from?  How does everyone see the truth so clearly?  You know what else bothers me about the situation?  I spend a LOT of time contemplating this issue.  I grew up in a fairly religious family, I have studied the bible, attended confirmation classes and church, questioned and prayed.  And yet, the only thing I’m certain of, is how uncertain I am.  But finding those who admit great uncertainty is like searching for the proverbial needle in a haystack. 

I found a quote from Albert Einstein that I found quite interesting.  “What I see in Nature is a magnificent structure that we can comprehend only very imperfectly, and that must fill a thinking person with a feeling of humility.  This is a genuinely religious feeling that has nothing to do with mysticism.”  This feeling described by Einstein is the only certainty I have on the issue of God and religion.  I see it the wonders of nature in my garden, the changing seasons, and even wallpaper.  Absent this religious feeling… I guess I’m still questioning.

But shhhh… don’t tell.

November 7, 2008

Going on a get-away

Filed under: California, Civil Rights, Family, gay marriage, General Remarks, Homosexuality, Marriage, politics, Presidency — saracallow @ 10:07 am

I’ll be gone, with my family, for the long weekend to celebrate a family occasion.  My husband’s sister is getting old (which of course says nothing about us) and she’ll need our help to blow out all the candles! 

So I doubt I’ll post here for a few days… but I wanted to leave you with a link that is memorable, and along the lines of my last post – a source of inspiration.

Judith Warner’s column this morning for the NY Times brought tears to my eyes.

If for some reason the hyper link doesn’t take you there (I have a subscription, so it might not be fully available through the link) my guess is that if you search for Judith Warner, Domestic Disturbances, Tears to Remember you can find the text somewhere out there.  It is worth a read.

Have a great weekend. 

I’m committing to coming back to blog with something a little lighter and less political.  Maybe a weekend with three families in one house will provide that inspiration.  I’ll just have to recover enough sleep to write it.  :)

November 5, 2008

Give Birth Again to the Dream

Filed under: California, Civil Rights, gay marriage, Homosexuality, Marriage, Uncategorized — saracallow @ 9:10 pm

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

– From Maya Angelou’s “On the Pulse of Morning” – Inaugural Poem at Clinton’s inauguration, 20 January, 1993.

Yesterday, as millions of Americans stood in line to cast their vote – the dream was born anew.  Votes, cast one by one, and the long lines preceding them, were a testament of rebirth.

Yesterday night, as I watched the later Senate races and state ballot initiatives come in, I heard tales of car horns honking, and hands reaching out to give high fives to the strangers passing in the darkened streets of Washington D.C.  This morning, my facebook newsfeed erupted with virtual cheers for the United States – my computer screen bursting with the pride of my friends scattered across the nation – from coast to coast, from sea to newly shining sea.  Today, as I drove my children home from school, I saw helium balloons and flowers attached to Obama campaign signs still adorning front lawns. 

The evidence of enthusiasm was reported on every news station, in every newspaper. 

Barack Obama is the living embodiment of Martin Luther King, Jr’s dream from 1963.  And while no one would suggest that the ugly clouds of racism have completely cleared… it is obvious that the sun shines through brighter today than ever before in our history.

And yet this morning, as I contemplated the results of the election – I was unable to hold the sweet breath of victory in my lungs.  I tasted instead the bitterness of Proposition 8′s passage in California.  I have struggled with what to write here all day long about this example of bigotry and discrimination…  

Should I pridefully proclaim that I struggle to keep faith with God?  Should today be the day where I happily turn my back on faith - and the prejudice and bigotry a few of its members have promulgated in my state? 

Should I denounce my marriage, sue my state, and allow the cynicism I feel towards my fellow man to go unchecked… raging through my blood and overtaking my rational thought?  Should I give each car I pass with a “Yes on 8″ sticker a gesture that clearly conveys my feelings?  (Believe me, it was a struggle not to this morning).

These thoughts and feelings are what sucked that sweet breath of victory from my system this morning.  Which is why I didn’t write.  Instead, I read.  I read Maya Angelou and Abraham Lincoln.  And I read and read and read again, Martin Luther King, Jr. 

Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

And I began to breath in.  Because the dream is what Obama is all about.  Inspiration, passion, record participation, joyous celebration, the swelling of pride in America is our gift today.  And tomorrow.  And the day after.  If we can take even a small portion of what we feel right now as a nation forward with us, we will be a better nation.  That hope is what Obama offers us.

Martin Luther King, Jr. traveled down a road of faith to give his exalted speech in 1963.  The America of King’s time offered him plenty  more reason for bitterness than we see today.  And yet, instead, he had a dream.  He inspired thousands of people to share it.  And today millions more celebrate it.

So I will take my cue from him.  I will not drink from the cup of bitterness.  I will not lose faith.  Not today, not in this  America where there is now so much evidence to the contrary.  I will look upon today  as the catalyst for tomorrow.  As the beginning.  Which is what giving birth is anyway… simply a start, but also a miraculous beginning.

I will give birth again to the dream.  Thank you Barack Obama.  Thank you Maya Angelou.  Thank you Martin Luther King, Jr.  Yes we can.  Yes we did.  And Yes,  we will.

November 3, 2008

On Real and Really Great Presidents

Filed under: politics, Presidency — saracallow @ 2:11 pm

It became quite clear to me this weekend that Bill Clinton isn’t reading my blog.  If he was, he would have known it was unnecessary to call here and ask us to vote “No on 8″.  Wasted energy…  my vote is already cast, and my husband is clearly on the “No” side as well. 

While I hung up on the previous 5 political calls, something about the voice of a past President on the line causes one to pause and hear him out.  We’re actually big Clinton fans here - one of my sweetheart’s most treasured possessions is probably the photo taken of him shaking Clinton’s hand at an industry event.  (How lucky is he??!) But certainly, we wouldn’t argue that his was an infallible or inspirational presidency.  Interesting to watch, but sometimes more for the Barnum and Bailey aspect than the soaring rhetoric and inspirational stances.  Nonetheless, I wouldn’t want to come across as even lukewarm.  I’d elect the guy again in a heartbeat… unless he was running against the other president that called us only 20 minutes later…

Who was none other than my most revered elected official - President Josiah Barlett.  Okay, okay… I know.  He wasn’t REALLY elected – except in our living rooms, where he presided over our nation by seeing the grey in issues, working hard for legislative compromise, and fighting for the good with lofty rhetoric as his battle sword.  His was an inspirational presidency – and so, though my votes had already been cast, I also listened to Martin Sheen.

I’ve thought about the fact that I stopped and listened to Sheen MANY, Many, many times now (and only one day has passed).  At first, I berated myself.  Why pause for a Hollywood celebrity – even if they are a politically active fellow citizen of my state?  I find it insulting to think that we’d vote for something just because Cameron Diaz asks us to.  It’s even WORSE than the expectation that women would rally around Palin because of her panties.

But when I thought about the two presidents I listened to – the bigger picture came clear.  I stopped and listened to Clinton because he was a real President… and it felt odd to hang up on him, even if it was a robo call – clearly understandable.  But I stopped and listened to Sheen because he was a really great President… even if it wasn’t real.  Sheen’s Bartlett made us feel good about America, about the political process, disagreement, compromise, and sometimes even scandal.  America wasn’t easy in the West Wing World… but it was intelligent, reasoned, principled and compassionate.  It’s not ridiculous that Sheen’s Bartlett and the West Wing’s America caused me to pause.  If only we could expect so much for real….

But today, I’m going to sound completely starry eyed, influenced by Hollywood, and naive and tell you that we can.  I’m going to tell you that we are on the brink of a Bartlett presidency… or at least the closest we’ll come, in what I imagine might be my lifetime.   

Tomorrow.  I believe.  We will elect President Barack Obama.  Real, and really great.  And I don’t care if I sound ridiculous… tomorrow will be an historic day for our Nation.  And maybe I won’t pine for the West Wing any longer.

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