The Josephine Manifesto

While on duty at the retirement place a few nights ago, a resident called me to her apartment for help. Tethered to her oxygen machine, and lonely, she kept me in conversation for as long as I was able to be away from my post. She told me how much she liked my name because it reminded her of a dear friend, also named Sherry, who was kind, and had a resume most of us only dream about. As I was leaving, she said, “goodbye, Josephine.”
Sometimes the memory misfires.
You know what forgetfulness reminds me of? Many of our News Channels. I’m not a big fan of politics, and I get told over and over—every day—how to hate a certain President, and a certain party, and now even people who practice certain religions. It’s either the article about the wrong shoes a politician’s wife wore, or the too-fancy dress his daughter wore, or the certain religion they assume supports their nemesis with hateful ambition.

And many reactions from the accused “haters” are no better.

I could go on, but I’m going to be honest here—watching all this flim flam is kind of like watching my kids when they had toddler meltdowns.
“I don’t like the way my jacket feels on my shoulders.”–Son
“The cereal doesn’t feel right in my mouth.”–Daughter
“I can’t go to school if my toes touch my shoes in a weird spot.”—Son
“Son-or-Daughter, I love you so much, but I can’t help you if you don’t calm down and listen. You don’t have to like what I’m telling you, but you need to remember  what’s important.”—Me

E-v-e-n-t-u-a-l-l-y they calmed down. For the most part, my son’s an optimist, my daughter’s empathy (especially for an oncoming Mommy meltdown) is off the charts, and they’re both very intelligent. But sometimes, they’d get stuck on their frustration—and still do.
That happens when we focus on the unhelpful things, instead of doing our part to help find a solution.
Have a good week, Josephine.

The Hot Debates

It’s been a while since I’ve given my ear to politics. With two small children, engaging in adult activities has been a neglected luxury, but now that my littlest one is in Kindergarten I have a few hours to listen. And breathe.

In AND out.

It’s nice being able to form a complete thought again–to be hugged by the calm of morning.  What surprised me most is this: a little chaos is actually a good thing.

The best example would be the presidential debates. Up until now, I’ve found bd86b164-3e87-407b-a0e6-aac08c725442them pointless. After watching presidential hopefuls running around questions like they’re participating in a dodge-ball tournament, I quit watching them. Nothing like a roomful of political correctness to stifle the truth of things.

But the mad scramble for the oval office right now is the most educational and entertaining thing on TV right now.


Absolutely! They’ve ( a few at least) thrown political correctness aside to finally get to the heart of matters. I suppose it took our current mess of things to do it, but the chaos is refreshing. Why?

People are getting Mad. Offended. INTERESTED. Donald Trump is so politically incorrect right now, that people are tuning in and CARING what each candidate has to say. Even the hot debate guy’s opinion is sought after. Do people take you more seriously if you look handsome while watching politics? Is this sophomoric?

Not if it gets people interested.

Hilary Clinton has garnered so much attention by her inaction that people see the importance of finally taking action.

It’s okay to state an unpopular opinion. Please do if you think it’s important. Complacency is quickly swallowing our country, so feel free to say something offensive if that’s what it takes to light the fires in America’s cold, revolutionary britches.

Go ‘Merica!