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Days ache with activity needing more heat, extra push.
You may have all you wish.
Love yourself like that. Like that. Like that!
I wrote to you when I thought spare and clean could help restore a measure recognizable to one who cares. Invisible ink and tears blowing up snot in certain circles to redbrick flour lining my steps and Daddy reeled because he knew. I wrote and millers mud cake tainted boots, booked me on hot flights from that hell. I wrote on crossed knee, engines swirling sciatically inferior, but I knew. Dr. Angelou I licked greens in the forest, four years before I knew your light crackled creeks to swell heightening degrees.
Go. Do not miss anyone else.
That’s love. I couldn’t make it without God. I have to buy the ingredients and make it again because I made substitutions that now seem illogical. It was good though. Self rising flour, molasses, stevia, almond milk or water, sweet potato, fresh ginger and Hellmann’s mayonnaise. Bengal sauce for glaze after baking. I may have included a sprinkle of baking soda to the flour, cinnamon and nutmeg. You can skip the Hellmann’s and use Earth Balance instead.
Goodness, looking at me.
Are decisions in Washington made in the best interest of the family? Our roots were not planted in the soil of bigotry. Someone tossed in bitterness laced with jealous sassafras unrelated to We as a People traveling toward God’s promise for us.
I want to cry for Miriam Carey’s child now. How was she able to travel that close to the White House?
Two years ago I visited Washington on a bus with NAACP members from North Carolina. My weary progression with a volunteer through a park to be visited by the First Family later that afternoon was checked, reviewed, assisted, given cold visual reminders that I could proceed but only if Law Enforcement agreed, “Okay–she has a backpack. Watch her.”
Our Nation is precious.
Meanwhile Tropical Storm Karen made her vacation plans for the Gulf States where others before her stomped and ruined beautiful coastal beaches, homes, and businesses. Visits like hers always receive an immediate and decisive response requiring a steady, open for business Federal Government. Mother’s and their children would like the stability of a clean place to live, their pay and if needed for a time, the care of donated food through SNAP or safe shelter from the American Red Cross.
We are so close to Thanksgiving. We do not share the same table but our values have always included the protection of women and children. Was there another way to help Miriam Carey so her child could have her mother alive now? How does a marathon reading of Dr. Seuss in a room established for advocacy of the nation’s business resolve an unnecessary budget crisis? Yearly efforts by elected officials to obstruct, devalue and shutter viable services, programs and necessary innovative research for our progressive health has wasted valuable time. The hours wasted on us or them vitriol while burning Ivy League brain cells for stunts is not amusing.
Please conduct yourselves accordingly concerning matters pertaining to family.
Galloping leaping civil servants!
Iced tea under a shady tree after voting. Pink slippers worn to the polls just because I’m free.
Workers insisting they will do whatever it takes to process my registration on the same day, minutes after a college class ends; or in the last moments after work; and within the time protected by the Bill of Rights, the Constitution and now me in the beautiful struggle unemployed and in need of food and healthcare but knowing:
God, my Mother, Aunts, Grandmother, Sisters, Brother, Cousins and Daddy would want me to continue learning in a supportive environment.
Not one step back. We’re going forward.
Come on Governor McCrory. The North Carolina law that you signed restricts voting rights, and certainly sends a clear message to students, the elderly, disabled, poor and to me that you do not believe we are deserving of America’s freedom and privileges.
You can lead with courage.
Governor Pat McCrory now is the time to encourage and persuade people to live in a peaceful North Carolina. The unwelcome signs of your policies are state authorized abuse. Today you can choose to lead and not dismantle years of positive progress. Liberty from her celebrated post and God are watching you.
½ acorn squash, baked with Tony’s, coconut oil, garlic powder
1 cup cooked brown rice
¼ chopped onions
A teaspoon of coconut oil
Sprinkle of sesame oil
1 garlic clove, chopped
1 handful of fresh, chopped green beans
Slice avocado in half. Spoon avocado from shell and remove seed. Place avocado into a favorite bowl with feta on top.
Remove skin from squash, slice into chunks and mix with cooked brown rice in nonstick skillet on low. Add chopped onions, a little sesame oil, chopped garlic clove, fresh chopped green beans. Sprinkle Tony’s, black pepper, coconut oil, garlic powder, curry and if too bland add sprinkle of Tajin seasoning.
Cold water for a beverage.
Pray to God, ask Him to bless all your food and allow a miracle when you know a bucket of chicken is out of the question. Eat joyfully. Yummy! Play good music.
I’m serious. It was good.
Are you ready? Warm blue water, sugar sand beaches and you, ready for fun. Exercise everyday and talk to God.
Now look, there’s Jenny with your help waving goodbye to Los Angeles from the International Departure gate, flying first class:
After 15 years in Los Angeles, Price will soon say farewell to the Malibu coast. She will head to Munich on a fellowship that will allow her to write a book about contemporary environmentalism called “Stop Saving the Planet!” After that, she’ll become the visiting humanities professor at the Princeton Environmental Institute.
“I did not intend to drop this app bomb on everybody and then leave,” she said, “but that’s how it worked out.”
Hey Martha, I don’t want any beach lovers to miss a Princeton lecture given by Professor Price. I want to read the books they will write.