I was that little girl who loved to read and write. Often, I chose to stay inside after school, choosing books over invitations to play. I didn’t know the word “introvert” yet, but I was one, then and now.
My parents who came up during the depression were devote Democrats. They worshipped Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt and took me as a child to Hyde Park to pay homage to them. When I returned there in recent years, they had opened to the public the “cottage” Franklin built for Eleanor. I burst into tears on entering. I can’t explain why I get so emotional when I think of her, but I know her struggles are imprinted on my soul.
My parents’ progressivism has stayed with me. I am a committed Democrat who is horrified by the Trump presidency and his corruption. I do all I can to work for the victory of a Democratic presidential candidate in the fall of 2020.
When I graduated college, I worked for a feminist publication where I first met lesbians. That experience in addition to my gay family members and friends was also an important influence, making me a lifelong ally of the LGBTQ community.
Otherwise, I am that introverted grownup who loves to read and write. I write for a local on-line newsletter, Protectors of Equality in Government while I work on a novel and poems. I’m happiest when I feel I have large creative pockets, full of poems and a novel-in-progress.