Editor’s note: I’ve decided I’m going to blog each day for the next… I dunno… however long my spell of unemployment lasts.
Folks reading this blog will be party to a lot of self-reflection.
We must remind ourselves what’s possible. What is within our power.
I recently had the privilege to help elect a 32-year-old black woman to the U.S. House of Representatives. She will be the youngest black woman ever to serve in Congress.
Ten years previous, Nov. 4, 2008, I played a small role in helping elect Barack Obama president of the United States.
I share this with a humble pride. To remind you what’s possible.
There is reason to despair. As I write, my home state continues to burn. Twelve families in our beautiful Ventura County are mourning the murders of their loved ones.
Because, is my small way, I just did.
What we often miss, particularly when fixating on the barrage of heinous-ness from Washington, D.C., is the fundamental decency of our fellow humans.
One interesting particular of working on a campaign is a housing scenario known as “supporter housing.” Local supporters of your candidate open up their homes to campaign staff and volunteers, just to help the cause.
I’ve had supporter housing across the coasts of Florida; Peosta, Iowa; and most recently, Batavia, IL.
All of these people were strangers when they opened their doors to me. Many have become dear friends.
We forge something beautiful when we come together to make something better. And we must continue the work.
That’s all for now.