Bring a tear to a grown man’s eye.
The same crap politicians who would build a wall to keep people of color out have always relied on building an ideological wall around your brain.
Yesterday morning, just before dawn, Helen woke first. Rolled over and said, “Happy Lunaversary!” She got me.
Since the day of our marriage over 25 years ago, we always celebrate our lunaversary. Even if it’s just that first minute of waking, one of us will remind the other that this is the day over hundreds of months ago that we stood with friends and family to be together in love.
So, yes, it’s the best kind of game that reinforces memories and good times and tough times – and the growing together we have experienced. Learning and sharing.
I think Ziggy Marley says it pretty well.
❝ Four years ago, when Sara Cunningham came home from a pride festival in Oklahoma City, she was covered head to toe in glitter. She had spent the day offering free mom hugs or high-fives (“Not everybody’s a hugger,” she says) to passersby, and the love and joy she felt was palpable.
Unfortunately, so was something else.
❝ “That day, I went home with real horror stories,” she says. “I was broken from hearing from the community — kids who had been living out of their cars, kids who had been kicked out of their churches or homes for just for identifying as LGBT.”
Cunningham’s son is gay, and her experience at that festival led her and other ally mothers to form what is now “Free Mom Hugs,” a nonprofit organization that offers mother-like support to LGBT youth.
RTFA. Folks who feel love and decency towards all is critical to family and community. The kind of stuff mainstream religious folk – even many conservatives – believed when I was a kid. Not the religions and Trumpublicans that get all the headlines, nowadays.
Any likelihood of one of our Confederate states producing a tourism video like this one?
I think not.
Not so BTW, here’s Joe McDonald recalling that whole scene, getting to Woodstock, singing to the crowd, the audience’ reaction to his song. And knowing the words. Cripes!
A common thread in song around the world. Something I admit I do miss from all the years I sang pretty much full time.