Evening T and Slicers,
Usually I write into the day, when it’s dark and a new day is on its way- first cup of coffee, 1/2 toasted English muffin with a bit of almond butter and all my candles lit. But not today. Today I slept a bit later, stayed away from my computer and I waited for my Slice to happen. Today, Nancy and I would finally attend a meeting in Chappaqua, New York of like-minded political activists in an organization once working for Hillary now forced to transform into- Up2Us. We all teared up as a letter of support from Hillary was read to the group.
It felt good to catch up with Nancy. Here’s an old photo of us that you took at at the AOC our favorite brunch spot in Village. I remember feeling so good to have the two of you spend time together. Two like-minded lovers of progressivism.
Today Nancy and I met at the Pleasantville Diner with lots of time before the meeting to eat some soup and salad and catch up. Time to share my trip to Israel and her adventures in Cuba and Florida.But after that we both hoped for a way to remedy the heartache of our defeat at the ballot box.
We arrived at the Old Church, with parking for both of us. Inside the meeting room was just beginning to fill up and we had our pick of seats. We sat through a variety of speakers: organizational leaders, local politicians, and finally, Nita Lowy, my congresswoman, now in her early 80’s, a progressive who has always supported the National Writing Project and the things I care about. Everyone was trying hard to stay positive and move forward to end this nightmare ASAP.
Finally we met in small groups… and it was not quite as clear or organized as I had hoped it would be, and it’s not my county but I can’t seem to find a group in my own, so it might be Westchester, where I spend my time.
It was good to listen. It was good to be sitting next to a good friend. It was good to feel that i wasn’t alone and so it begins…