…or how I could kind of relate to Sarah Palin
Each time I visit Fadra’s blog, I wonder if my dad was a rolling stone and had a baby with another woman that I don’t know. My dad was in the army briefly and did that lovely disappearing act that men do when life gets hot and heavy.
But I think these things about a woman I’ve never met because we seem to be true kindred spirits when it comes to our topics.
Lately, I’ve watched my neighborhood deteriorate, had a confrontation with a man who had no shame pissing in the alley, and cleaned glass from the shattered window of the man who was installing cable.
Part of me wants to mind my business and make sure The Teen and The Boy have what they need and keep it moving.
But then I tak my Cubs to The Constitution Center and one Cub can’t READ the words to sing the Karaoke National Anthem but can accurately identify marijuana, crack, and items used to shoot up heroin.
People, we got to do much, much better.
Today’s (Optional) Writing Prompt: Have you reached the prime of your life? What do you want to be your legacy?

In the past I would have said yes, get me a rocker I’m done. But then I ran for office and lost. (still not ready to get deeper than that). Determined that this was not my last time, I’ve begun to make connections and learn from my campaign as well as others.
Which takes me to HBO and Game Change.
HBO took the 2009 book and focused on the McCain-Palin portion and for those who wondered WTF? McCain was thinking, Game Change shows he was trying to play his ace card. unfrtunately, this card turned out to look like an undereducated woman. While she energised the party, she made Republicans and women into a big joke.
What does this have to do with me? Like Palin, I went for the race because I felt I could do it. I still feel like the world has evolved from race (though that still is a hindrance) to the haves versus the have nots.
Palin just wanted to do what was right for her country, her party, and keeping it real for herself. Palin knew that being Vice President despite her lack of qualifications would be what she needed to jump start whatever agenda she had in mind.
Anyone who throws their hat in the ring politically is brave. But we also have a desire to be in a position where we can make change.
I want my children to see that their mother was a fighter. I want my legacy to be that I was tenacious, I was passionate about what I believed in. That instead of talking about the problems I took action. That I found a yes when everyone else heard no. I want my children to tell stories of how I constantly begged for forgiveness rather than ask for permission.
I want my children to know that I too was a game changer.
DISCLAIMER I wrote this on my mobile and thank to auto correct it looks like I’m a spelling wiz
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
My parents were known to have questionable behaviors so we could be long lost sisters. Although I’m not sure I see any physical resemblance 😉
It sounds like you’re where I am. I’m tired of sitting back and being angry that the world is the way it is. I want to be different. I want my voice to be different. I want people to listen and then I want to shout LET’S DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, M’KAY?
But then I get scared. And complacent. I’m determined not to let that happen this time.
Those are great legacies to leave behind for your children 🙂
Makes sense to me. Not everyone has the courage to be in the public eye like that.