Ten more days. Hard to write about anything. Although my tendency, always, is to write about the very small moments in life. But now, when the Washington Post and the Los Angeles Times both decided not to endorse a candidate and when Israel has bombed Iran (what can happen), when the UN reports that thousands of children in Gaza have lost limbs, and when every single one of us is a nervous wreck trying to navigate this impossible time, we work hard in ways we know writing postcards, calling people, knocking on doors, and listening to beautiful music.
Tell us how you’re coping.
Love, Esther
This 86-year-old altekaker is terrified, and that helps no one. It is hard to believe that the Post and LA Times would not endorse Harris. We must accept what comes, and if the worst happens, keep up the struggle. Years ago I recall that a former CIA agent, who had retired in disgust wrote that we had to keep trying, and if we fail, and the nuclear holocaust happens, we can only hope that we are next to someone we love, hug them, and say, “At least we tried.”
How am I coping? I helped arrange an Early Voting Bagel Brunch ("Early voting never tasted so good!") and led a caravan of Dems through the streets of Great Neck today, 25+ cars decorated with streamers and signs, and I had an amplifier pointed out my car window while I chanted, "Early voting starts today, Vote Row A all the way!" and "Protect our freedom, elect Democrats!" and "Dump Trump the Chump!" and on and on...
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And I'm going to do it again tomorrow! The only cure for this anxiety is action...