Raise Your Voice!
Fight for the rights of your sisters and daughters!
I have tried to keep up—tried to stay in the loop of all the drama and competition, the back-stabbing, the arguing, the lies, the immaturity, the stupidity, and the general ridiculousness of the process. But on this cold, snowy morning, I’d had enough.
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Thoughts at the end of the decade
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I’ve been scratching my head and wringing my hands for months trying to figure out how and why these elected republican leaders continue to support and defend President Trump. In spite of such clear and overwhelming evidence presented not only in the impeachment hearings, but also through witnessing his ongoing behavior and divisive, childish rhetoric,
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November 9, 2016. The morning after the Presidential Election: COLD and RED
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Someone got the memo yesterday. The problem is HE didn’t understand it.
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This is BE KIND week at Sabino High School. Given my daughter has come home in tears two days in a row so far this week, I don’t think it’s working. Apparently someone didn’t get the memo.
Willow’s invitation was not without fanfare, and I’ve gotta hand it to the guy, he clearly tailored it to fit the girl he asked.
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