The Night Before the Inauguration

I'm thinking a lot today about losing my voice.

There have been lots of times in the past where I have not believed in my political leaders — in fact, when I have disagreed with them. But I have always felt like I could express my opinion. That I could stand up and fight. That maybe I made an impact, if not a difference.

I'm not so sure of that right now. I'm scared of repercussions, of what might happen to my family. And everything seems like a painful reminder of what we are losing, to the point where even looking over Beatrix's shoulder when she is watching Glee puts me into tears.

I'm not even sure I should be writing this now.

Tonight I went down to Park Square Theater for the #ghostlightproject. People gathered in front of theaters all over the country at 5:30 to gather as artists, to talk about who they are and what they stand for, and to know that we have each other. It was incredibly poignant and moving.

When Beatrix got home from school, we took this picture:

I had signed a MoveOn petition  asking the Girl Scouts national chapter not to march in the inaugural parade (side note: BIG fan of the Girl Scouts and what they have done for Beatrix, cannot believe that the GSUSA is participating in that event), and they had asked for it as a follow up. Beatrix herself does not understand how it fits with the Girl Scout pledge to participate, and I can't say I can explain it to her.


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