I have been struggling with this post for a week now. It has been written and rewritten a dozen times. I am torn between expressing the anger and disappointment I’m feeling and a contrary pull to wait and see. In the end the need to speak out won in my internal battle. Some of my readers will agree with me, while others will not. This is not a political missive. It’s a call for decency and tolerance.
As you know by now I have a vegetable garden. I also have a large backyard, something I have never had in the past. This time of year it’s a lot of physical work. Where to start? What are my priorities? How do I overcome obstacles? To make a long story short, last week I came down with some bad poison ivy. It started on my face with a swollen eye, and slowly broke out all over the rest of my body. Each day was a new surprise: my torso, the back of my legs, my back. The doctor had a miracle cure called Prednisone. I’d like to invoke another analogy in this post about our presidential race. Sometimes when I read the news it feels like a poison is spreading all over our country. We are told to hate, to fear, to fight back, and to mistrust. This too is popping up just when you least expect it. The cure is more complicated than a daily pill. Continue reading