Thursday, April 18, 2013
There was supposed to be some accompanying story here. Something about a little girl who accidentally fell from a passing cloud and was rescued by a giant bat who adopted her. It was supposed to be a happy story, but then this week happened and all the happiness in me has shriveled up. My internal merrymaking machine is broken.
What a tragic week for America. Cowards planting deadly bombs, someone mailing poison, a Justice of the Peace murdering people for retaliation, first responders and dozens of citizens dying in a horrific explosion in Texas, and a Senate refusing to listen to the people because of selfishness and cowardice.
I have never been an activist. I don't even like to ask people to buy things for my kids' fundraisers. But when it comes to the safety of my family, I will do what it takes. As you probably know, the Senate yesterday voted down a proposal to expand background checks on gun purchases, even though numerous polls show that around 90% of Americans support it. We can sit here and blame our politicians, but we should also be blaming ourselves. Their inaction is due to our inaction. If you are unhappy with the way your state's Senators voted yesterday, please take a few minutes to contact them via email or phone to let them know your disappointment. If you do not know how your Senators voted, please click here. Senators are not mind readers. They need to know where their constituents stand. One bee buzzing alone can be ignored. The buzzing of a thousand little bees can resonate like thunder. I have been contacting my Senators and showing my support. I urge you to let your voice be heard too.
I wish someone could just wrap their arms around me and tell me that everything will be okay. Maybe I need to go find myself a giant mama bat. Now excuse me. I need to find some spare parts to fix my merrymaking machine. It is seriously broken.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
I remember walking down to the liquor store on Melrose Avenue with my sister and some of the neighborhood kids, tightly clutching my coins and planning out just how I'd spend them. Oh, the candy selection! It was probably just a couple of low shelves in front of the cash register, but to a little kid with money to burn it was a wall of brightly colored, sugary goodness. My favorites were the long, long, long sticks of gum that came in green apple or watermelon flavor and Abba Zabas. And Fruit Stripe gum, the one with the zebra in the commercial. Those were fun. Remember those wax tubes filled with sugar water? Or the candy cigarettes that really tasted like chalk? Yep, just a bunch of urban kids enjoying their sugar high. Good times.