Most mornings result in Mags struggling to get going on time. Yes, there are those days where I’m the one running back to get something, I’ll admit it. Today, however, on the day we needed to leave twenty minutes earlier for Ethan’s meeting, Mags was ready and waiting for us. For fifteen minutes, she sat, waiting. Huh.
This morning, I had an opportunity to let my voice be heard in a county that has fully 
demonstrated its ability to be racially prejudiced and bigoted. Perhaps not more than any other county, but I’ve sensed the Good Ol’ Boy attitude since I moved here in 2002. I spoke out, along with my friend and many others at the Board of Supervisors meeting; sharing experiences I have had as well as my hopes that we will no longer stand silently when we see racism occuring. It was an honor to be a part of a growing trend in this country, a trend that was the first news article I read in the paper this morning.
As I drove to my school site, I saw something that brought me joy – a huge pick-up truck with the bumper sticker “RESIST” on it. As I passed the truck, I noticed an older white guy driving. Hell, yeah.
Picture: My cloud-ride home.
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