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I had to pull over and cry. Obama’s acceptance speech was on the radio.


Here’s the deal:

I never thought I’d hear a politician say the things he’s said. Ever.

I’ve never been proud of anything but America’s past. Certainly not her present. In my lifetime. Until now.

It’s been years since I wanted to be there. Twenty, to be precise. But today I really, really wished I were.



If you are at all following the US election (and if you’re not, you should be dammit!)…here’s a blog that yes Nancy directed me to. I love it. I have no idea if it’s real. They say it’s real. But they would. I don’t care. I like it when someone, anyone, can speak his/her mind with feeling. It helps that it’s a mind I agree with. And that it’s from TEXAS. (And yes, Nancy, sometimes Maine!) Go check it out. There are like 400 comments a day on this thing:

Margaret and Helen

Have a guest blogger today: my (oldest) friend Valerie Gregg, now in Lilburn, Georgia, USA. Welcome! She’s seeing things I can’t from here of course, right in the middle of it. Here’s a peek:


Back to present curses, like the state of the American government.

I co-sponsored a bake sale for Barack Obama this weekend with a good friend that is also a reader and writer.  Our local county is very Republican and we were harassed and an angry man stopped his car and ripped up one of our Obama signs into a million pieces and tore off in his car. Several other white men drove up to our sale and burned rubber out, presumably in anger?!  I felt very threatened and afraid. But we had so many baked goods that local Obama supporters had entrusted us to sell to raise money for his campaign, that we felt we had to persevere. So we went to the Unitarian Church on Sunday (a bastion of pagan liberalism), I told our story and cried, and people bought everything and threw 20 dollar bills at us.

Gotta go. Someone just yelled “Mommy!”


Thank you, Valerie. Iron-willed or what?! And a mother. Somehow stands to reason.


From January 2010, my new blog is Waving and Drowning


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A writer born in Texas, who grew up in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia (yes, like the song), and who's been living in the UK since 1988. I've published two books (see below), and teach creative writing at the University of Kent. I'm married to a composer, and we have two young children. See About for my full profile.