Thursday, July 16, 2015

If Hillary were as bad as Trump

My mother once told me a girl's reputation is worth her weight in lipstick and I believed her.
Not so much for boys, I guess.
A girl's reputation is worth her weight in lipstick. 
Many of the men seeking to  lead us as the next President of the United States have dropped their former guise of morality, righteousness and dignity and chosen instead to market their homophobia, racism and sexism as our new, national norm. 
Donald Trump is an excellent example.  His candidacy, marketed by every media outlet in the nation, proves that today, the naughtiest of little boys can be president. 
As long as he has deep pockets, a string of blond wives and a healthy hunk of mean-spirited larceny in his heart, we're tuned in to his leadership.
Does that same ethic apply to little girls?  I think not.
Truth be told - Mr. Trump comes to the race hauling more trash than the Manhattan creates in ten years. What if Hillary were to match his scandalous history?
A few highlights from Mr. Trump's past:

Three spouses. Yup. Lest we forget, Mr. Trump has been married three times. So far. Hillary - of course - is still married to You Know Who. There's something decent about that, in spite of - - - well, You Know What.
Wives one and two. 
Four bankruptcies. Mr. Trump has, thus far, dragged his corporations through Chapter 11 four times. In so doing, Mr. Trump harmed thousands of American families employee while he secured his own personal power and wealth. Hillary's entire career has been dedicated to the law and national service.
Racist, sexist, slanderous rhetoric. Some of us were not surprised by Mr. Trump's recent screed against our immigrant population. Remember the irrational call for proof of Mr. Obama's citizenship? His college transcript? Remember his attack on Obama's presidency during the Baltimore riots? Mr. Trump's ridiculous insistence was circulated throughout the world, created an international embarrassment.
Recent wife.  Stay tuned. 
Here's a howdy do.  Ted Cruz was born in Canada.  Only American-born citizens can run for the Presidency.  Even so - can you imagine Hillary clamoring for Cruz's  birth certificate?
Of course not.  Hillary is too busy focusing on the critical issues threatening to destroy our national interests. 
And here's the real tragedy; our failure to capitalize on this pivotal national moment.
Little girls (and women) all over America watch her campaign and ask questions with awkward, ugly answers.

Why does the media continue to ignore her? Why don't we hear more about Hillary's policies, opinions? Why can't we learn more of this sensible, thoughtful, fearless woman making history?

Hillary is the first woman to run -- seriously run -- for President of the United States. Who cares about the many aging, balding lotharios seeking power over the rest of us?
Who wants to listen to stories of impotent business men who spit on the institution of marriage and exploit national suffering to build wealth?
Not I.
But then, I still have a reputation to uphold.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Christ is risen - how about you?

Except for a haphazard egg hunt and the occasional brunch at W.A. Frost, no one in my family celebrates Easter. 


My grown daughters are self-confessed atheists.  My ex-husband spends  Sunday at Caribou with the New York Times.  My brothers and most of my cousins believe this life -  this  insignificant flirtation with eternity - this is it.  
And I have a hard time talking anyone into anything anymore.

Church people don’t make my work easier.   Congregations are populated with adorable couples chatting  about gluten-free recipes, the best Door County bed and breakfast or their last siting of Garrison and his darling wife.  Remind me - her name?
I kid you not. This is what Presbyterians do for fun.
A gluten-free ham dinner anyone? 
So, here am I, facing the Big One again.  On my own.

The Resurrection. The Sunday for which all other Sundays were made.
Christ is risen  ( the Anglicans tell us he is risen “indeed.” I always giggle when I hear it)  and those of us who still believe in the power of  faith and the strength of the eternal metaphor want to be in the front row.

The empty tomb.  Christ has risen!  Indeed. 
This year, were I less cynical, I might find the task easier.

In June the Presbyterian Church U.S.A. agreed to acknowledge the legitimacy of gay marriage by permitting clergy to perform weddings where allowed by the state.

I snorted when I heard the news.   Leave it to my church to be the last of the "main line" Protestants to join the 21st Century.

We're a denomination of followers.  Presbyterians discovered pacifism after the fall of Saigon.  We were the last to open our denominational seminaries to large populations of women.  We discovered "world hunger" in 1979 and formed a task force to chat about it. 
Even so - God help me - when the Presbyterians serve up the sunrise alleluia on Easter Sunday,  if they let me in,  I'll be there.

My faith in all of us brings me through the door.   My hope for some of us keeps me in my seat. 

If you see me on Sunday, do me a favor.  Please - come sit beside me.  I'll be the one wearing a bonnet with all the frills upon it -  and a smile. 

Because I am glad he is risen  - because I believe I might yet live to see the church rise as well.  

Indeed. 

Monday, February 16, 2015

GOD GIRL challenges and inspires!

Meet Summer Hagen and Sean Dooley, the lead actors in my new show, GOD GIRL.

In this video they share their impressions of the play, and their experiences traveling back in time.

GOD GIRL runs through March 1, 2015 at the History Theatre in St. Paul, Minnesota.

Tickets are still available.  Click here for more information. 


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