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Election Day Aftermath (Politics through the eyes of a child)

​I had to wake up my children this morning and explain to them who had won the election. At 7 and 9 years old we had discussed some of the details of the candidates and what was going on. They groomed their opinions from what they had learned in school, from me and from the parts of the debates that I let them sit and watch. They had asked questions throughout the campaigns. They made me diligently fact check and research because I wanted to give them the best answers I could. Never in my life have I been so politically involved. My gorgeous babies really wanted to know what their future held. They wanted to know what these two people could possibly do that could shape the next year’s of the world they lived in. 
So as we stepped into our little voting booth yesterday and filled out those boxes, going over each choice, they were so proud to be part of something bigger than themselves. They fought to stay awake to see how the number changed. We discussed popular and electoral votes. We watched the news and listened to the discussions and as I began to get a sinking feeling I tucked them into bed with only the sweetest of dreams and hoped for their sakes for the best.
This morning I had to wake them up and explain to them that in the end their choice didn’t win. They had so very many questions that I had to carefully answer. Because I realized that my answers would not only impact them today but for the rest of their lives. You see they are scared. Scared of everything they heard. Scared for their friends, for the cute old people they love so much, scared for the country getting blown up because of a guy that’s so angry all the time. I explained to them that when you live in fear there is only fear. That is why you have to hope. Hope for the better days ahead. Keep fighting for what you believe in no matter what people say. When you are presented with a situation where there is a bully, you stand tall and don’t let that bully take you down. They were angry that people picked him over her. I explained to them being angry is exactly what he is. Fueling anger with anger doesn’t make the situation better. It only leads to another word which we don’t use in this house, hate. When you fuel a hate fire with more hate you are only going to get negatives. Instead of that,I told them, go show those you love, those you are scared for, that you will ALWAYS be there for them. That you love them. That no matter what, you have their backs. Loving those around you won’t undo the damage but it will cool down the hurt that everyone is feeling. I told them that now is the time we all need to stick together, because only now will we see how much stronger we are together. My words seemed to make them feel better. They are still unhappy but they are starting to understand a little more and I am starting to realize that they grow up way too fast. 
So to you I say this. I too am afraid and worried and even angry at what has happened. But I will not stand here in hate and anger. Instead I will tell you this. I have your backs, through everything, no matter what. And I love you. We got this #alwayskeepfighting #strongertogether #thisisformykids


How Miss Jean Louis  (and nude orca riding) changed my life 

I was in no way a nudist by nature, in fact under the circumstances I most did everything that involved me being naked in the complete dark. Except showeting, though candle light makes everything sexy but that is not a topic we will delve into right now. So when the opportunity arose for me to experience a fully nude orca experience, you could imagine my hesitation. Not only because when I found the ticket for it in the bottom of my cereal box, I wondered how the hell it got there. But also because I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Riding orcas naked, who does that? Unable to quell my curiosity, I called the number on the bottom of the free pass and booked my ticket. As I showed up on the pier that morning, there was a chill in the air that not even my double layers were ready for. I was alone, cold and highly unnerved as a single boat pulled toward the dock, a solitary wild woman on her deck. I inherently assume boats are female and this one has the name Misha scrawled on the side in a spinach green paint.

She was wearing a silk kimono, the woman not the boat, and she greeted me with a devilish smile and open arms. I took her embrace to be something between a friendly hug and an Esopus pulling me toward my doom upon the seas. She must have felt me tremble as I stumbled aboard her vessel, not making a sound, and looked at her wide eyed.

“Salutations and all that jazz” she said as we left the dock. “You look like I am going to swallow your soul”

“W-w-well” I tripped over my words, my tongue suddenly too big for my mouth. “I’m not sure what I am doing here”

She smiled knowingly and whistled to her monkey (she had a MONKEY!) who took over steering as she led me to a very comfortable seat. She handed me a silk robe.

“This is for when you’re ready”

“Today, you’re life is going to change, much like mine did the day I she’d my clothes and was one with the orcas. Let me tell you about it”. She smiled then, scooting next to me and looping her arm around my shoulders. She held one hand toward the skies as if she was painting a picture and she began to pontificate.

“Long ago, before there was the CW, William Shatner and Comic Con…There was this thing called free time. And in this free time, we had what you called fun. And during this fun we used to produce art. Art in so many forms that the human brain could not even imagine. We used our bodies, our minds our hearts, our souls, our words. We took what was nearest to us and created. Not I wasn’t much of an artist, I was awkward as I was gangly. I didn’t fit in with the artists as much as one would like me to. But I was determined to make my mark on the planet. I always had a fascination with the water, I believed that things and strange lands lived beneath them. My mother told me that I spent so much time in the sea, I was becoming part fish. And it was true, only she didn’t not know the extent of it. I fell in love in the water, in the dark if night I’d take to the sea and a merman would swim to meet me. We would find a dark shore and build our love in sand castles until the dawn tore us from each other again. For if you did not know, the day send the merfolk to their kingdoms, the sunlight does poison their skin. Well one night we were discovered, our art was discovered as was our love. I was unaware that not only had the human world discovered us (beaches were pretty strict about their no trespass laws) but he had been followed. I stripped of my clothes and took to the seas, as my hand slid in his we swam as far as we could until I tired and the sun became to come up. I was unaware of exactly the detriment sun was to my loves skin. I remember a softly kiss and a whispered I love you. The last I ever heard of his voice. When I awoke, I was nude, a top a great orca. I knew I was safe, but I knew my love was gone. As I looked into the eyes of this creature, I saw all I had lost. But the potential he gave me to create art with all my soul. So off we took to find the rest of the curse merfolk, me astride my lost love, nude and gangly for all to sea. A routine, a few dollars earned and the greatest art love can produce. He believed in our love and in me so greatly, that I was able to eli eve I  myself and go on.”

She took my hands in hers. And smiled.

“I knew you needed help believing in yourzelf, that’s why you’re here. To throw it all to the wind and ride in art and love”

I had listened to her in utter awe. This crazy, strange, fearless redhead in front of me was off her nut but had such a point. I stood with my robe in hand and smiled back at her.

“Where can I get changed, I’m ready”