Wishful Thinking

31 Years ago today I gave birth to you and I don’t even know if you’re alive.

I like to think I’d know…in my heart…

There was a time when I think I would have, but that bond has long been broken now.

You were always a wild child leaving home at just 18.

I respect that you are grown and living life on your own terms.

It would be nice to hear from you every now and again…

But it appears that’s just my wishful thinking.

Electoral Flurry 2020

A cold November morning delivers the promise of a brighter tomorrow

The winds of change are brisk, clean and decisive though long in coming…

Finally I can breathe…

We’re on a roll here in the U.S. electing the best and worst of leaders in the same decade.

Funny, not funny how those pendulums can swing so far in either direction.

We’re setting precedents too, going against our racist patriarchal past, but there are many among us who would see us burn before acquiescing to progressive change.

So we revel for a moment in the hard fought win, before succumbing to the tumultuousness of the tough tasks ahead, as we build back better a deeply divided nation from the ravages of an abusive narcissistic president and the ilk that supported him.

©Dani Heart

11-7-2020

Well Maaaybeee…

Delta Dawn, Angie Baby, I Am Woman, we belted out as teenagers up in your room. We were ready for life to be different, better, than what we had come to know as normal. I wanted equality, empowerment, women’s rights, and I thought you did too.

Perhaps like Angie we were living in a world of make believe?

Since then our paths could not have been more divergent.

You support ideologies that would take women back 100 years and I support the opposite.

I miss those teenagers their whole lives in front of them. We were on the same page for a minute it seemed.

Like much of America, so divided and polarized now, I wonder if there is any chance of opposing sides finding common ground and coming together for the good of the nation.

Well maaaybeee…

©Dani Heart

10-28-2020