During this election season, when I yet again have to grapple with the question: Do I vote for the possibly slightly lesser of two evils or do I take a stand and make a statement with my vote that might not swing the election but might move the dial? I learned something today that robbed me of my last delusion that there actually is a lesser of the two evils (listen to Saturday’s show to hear what I learned) and coupled with that realization I recalled a question my daughter asked me not too long ago which helped me to remember to take courage. Here’s my answer to her important question, in case you haven’t seen it before.
When my seven-year-old daughter asked me this question last night, I was gutted. Do I, the daughter of a Harley-riding, ultra-conservative, flag-fying war veteran, love America? I, the liver of the American Dream? Granddaughter of orphan and immigrants, waitress and community college student-turned-Harvard and Stanford grad, do I love America? I have always been a patriot! I welled up with tears when I first heard that
