I am a pastry chef. I'm up early in the morning to bake all kinds of goodies. Is it wrong for me to be pissed that my afternoon soap opera is disrupted by this ridiculous speech by #notmypresident's bullshit?
I mean...Kayla and Steve are supposed to remarry today!!
G'Dammit'. I want to see that wedding, but cuz Trump's ego-maniacal pep-rally sucks the life out of me, I don't get to see it!!! Much more important!!!!
I would see Gwen on many a morning at the bakery between the two buildings we separately occupied. She would come in around 7am for coffee and a pastry. As did I. I never spoke to her. Never told her how much I admired her. I never said to her how I thought of her as a mentor, even though she never met me personally. I didn't want to appear to be a "groupie." I regret that. I really wish that I had gushed over her....or at least bought her coffee occassionally.
She taught me, through TV and true journalism, to be a better person. She taught me to persevere and to never give up. She taught me to have an open mind. And she showed me what a strong woman of any color could achieve. She had more challenges than I have had throughout my life. Why? Because I am white. Yet, she was an incredible success. I am and will always be....in awe of her.
I grieve for Gwen. Her legacy is one that makes me want to believe that I should never quit and that if I do, I fail not only her, but I fail myself. So, I am a 54 year old white woman who has had advantages that women of color never get. And I grieve for that. Because the color of my skin should not dictate my worth or any other woman's worth.
Please take a moment to recognize that we have lost a truly wonderful woman, journalist and a beacon at the top of a hill amongst a sea of darkness.
We got to the polls at 5:55am. Probably around 100 people already in line. Took us 25 minutes. When we left, the line behind us was zig-zagging throughout the middle school corridors. Hundreds more had shown up before 6:30am.