It's been a week and a day since I last posted. I write posts and then wimp out because I don't have the courage to hit the little orange rectangle that says Publish.
I wrote a rant the other day but backed off because it doesn't seem to fit my grandmotherly persona. I would rebel against the idea that this persona is all I am, but then I worry about getting too far out of character. This would make it seem that I'm pretending to be somebody I'm not or that I don't have the confidence to just say what I want to say and let the chips fall where they may. I worry about disappointing people who think I'm above what might be perceived as petty annoyances. I aspire to be one of those bloggers who write about nice, safe things.
But darn it, that is not who I am!
Well, not entirely anyway.
White Supremacist Terrorism in Portland
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