a safe and special place

In the news this weekend, Vice President-elect Mike Pence managed to score tickets to Hamilton and, SURPRISE, the audience reacted with a mixture of applause and boos as he entered the theater. The cast of Hamilton proved to be some pretty classy people with this message to Mr. Pence as he was leaving.

Of course, surprise, surprise, our President-elect took to Twitter demanding apologies for the harassment of his man because the theater must always be a safe and special place much like a movie theater, a shopping mall, a college campus, a workplace, a grocery store, an elementary school…and even a park, a park and playground where children should be able to play…to play in a safe and special place.

All Americans certainly do deserve the right to enjoy feeling safe in special places. Places where we can bring our children and grandchildren.

And a theater? Well. Surrounded by a Secret Service detail, Mr. Pence was undoubtedly very safe, as were the rest of the people in the Richard Rogers Theater last night as they enjoyed the show. But safe theater is essentially dead theater. A show about American Revolution history, idealistic men and women, immigrants and politics…messy, messy politics that sometimes happens in backrooms where the sausage gets made. Pence, I imagine, was provoked not only by the audience reaction to his entering the room where it happened, but also by the play itself and what was a very respectful statement from the cast thanking him for his attendance. Some argue that any whisper of politics did not belong at the end of a musical about American history and politics in their statement during the curtain call asking him to remember that “We, sir — we — are the diverse America who are alarmed and anxious that your new administration will not protect us, our planet, our children, our parents, or defend us and uphold our inalienable rights. We truly hope that this show has inspired you to uphold our American values and to work on behalf of all of us.”

Harassment?

Hardly. Not when one is a public figure and duly elected to represent the interests of ALL the people, not just those with Trump written on their Starbucks cups who promise to boycott a popular musical with a months-long wait list to buy tickets. The noise Mr. Trump and his Trumpeters might post all over social media might distract us briefly from things like the emoluments clause of The Constitution or that Mr. Trump settled his Trump University fraud case against him, but only briefly.

Get used to it, Mr. Trump, Mr. Pence and your surrogates. As long as the First Amendment is there people will speak and sometimes speak very loudly because, thankfully, our Founding Fathers put such rights into place for us ALL to enjoy in our safe and special places.

Meanwhile, the kids will take back their own special, safe places because, in the end, love trumps hate.

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I think everybody has the ability to affect change…through our every thought our every word, the way that we interact with other people. We are constantly affecting the world.

Adam Yauch

October five faves

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also the wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills, once more in sight., and the enduring constellations above them once again.

~ Henry Rollins

And October, you kind of seemed to take a very long time. All is forgiven though because all in all, October you were mostly good.

Check meowt! It means “check me out”, Mima!

That moment when you can see, feel, smell and taste that your darling husband loves you and wants you to be happy.

After work nights like last night, I am reminded how lucky I am to be a part of the best NICU team because I get to work with some pretty talented, kick-ass NICU rock stars. But this (and so many other candid shots) reminds me of the joie de vivre  they all possess and share so freely with the ones they love, the ones they care for and the ones they work with. Blessed, y’all! We are blessed!

She bought herself flowers for no darned good reason – except they were beautiful and she deserved more beauty in her life.” As we all do, y’all.

November, bring all of that more beauty!

 

mourning, but with all the hope

I know that I am not the only one crying and screaming on the inside what the actual fuck right now.

Baton Rouge…Alton Sterling…”he should have just complied”…Falcon Heights…Philando Castile…”but he complied; he followed the officer’s orders”…Black Lives Matter…Dallas…Dallas PD…Ballwin…Ballwin PD…Blue Lives Matter…“All Lives Matter”…

I can’t. I just can’t.

Moments that words don’t reach; suffering too terrible to name. And in these moments this week I just want to hold the ones I love the most as tight as I can and push away the unimaginable. All of it. But I can’t. I just can’t.

I am at work and I distract myself with work. I walk into the break room and one of the news channels is on. It’s not Fox News…THANK YOU…but I just can’t. I distract myself with work, with my patients’ conditions and parents’ bedside vigils because I just can’t imagine.

Coffee is delivered by my current favorite child, and I give thanks for the happy distraction it brings.

It’s the little things. Acts of kindness. Warm hugs. Parents holding their precious new babies as close as they can taking in all the promises of future hope that they represent. Moments that words don’t reach; grace too powerful to understand. My heart hurts right now. The hearts of most everyone else I know hurt right now. Sad, mad, all the outrage, all the helplessness, all the tears and fears are happening right now and I know that I am not alone. But through the night at work last night there was for me a promise of hope that no matter how small is potentially powerful enough to rise above the unimaginable. I’m keeping that hope close to my heart and last night, all night, and today, right now I am happy for the tiny warmth it radiates deep within my broken heart.

A baby is god’s opinion that the world should go on.

Carl Sandburg