Back then people acted like the tragedy was the scandal, the divorce, the fallout, the gossip.
Not the fact that a teacher had a relationship with a student.
That part got absorbed into the background like weather.
I grew up assuming certain doors would always open. Now I see locks being installed in real time. Iโm voting like I want fewer locked doors for my kids.
And sometimes that difference feels enormous when youโve spent your whole life surviving things that shouldโve never been survivable in the first place.
A billion dollars for projects with no plans.
Endless funding for wars nobody asked for.
Congressional stock trades.
Lobbyists everywhere.
But somehow the problem is always the disabled person getting $900 a month to survive.
I remember being terrified of the men living in the woods behind our place. Now I look around and realize there are a whole lot more people one missed paycheck away from joining them.
There used to be more spaces between "doing fine" and "completely screwed." Family, neighbors, churches, unions, community groups. We've spent decades tearing those buffers apart.
On this father's day I'd like to take a moment & thank both of my exhusbands for being deadbeat dads who never saw our children as anything more than pawns & financial obligations.
I have no doubt I'm a better mom today for filling in all this time.
Burn in hell.
He's been gone going on 20 years now. I'll never have another chance to ride in his truck & play on his CB radio, warning others about Smokey. Pulling alongside bigger trucks & pumping your arm to get them to sound their air horns.
I miss you, Dad.
Over.
I only got to spend a single Father's Day with my dad. He'd quietly gone along with the farce that my 2nd step dad was my real dad, so long as he & his family got summers with me. But my stepdad was abusive & the only Father's Day I got with my dad was when I was 14.
He was so proud. He took us all over town that week, re-introducing me to his old boss, his friends, bragging about how smart, funny & pretty I was. He made a reservation to a super fancy restaurant where I had virgin margaritas for brunch.