Hi Y’all,
I have a hunch that many of you share the dread I am feeling about Election Day. So much fear.
I read a piece yesterday at NYT giving permission to take a break from the news. Yes, I know this probably seems impossible right now. Still, I find the advice handy, a good reminder that we live in a world that assaults us nonstop with bad news, and that it is far beyond our capacity to process all of it. You’re not “bad” if you take time to not pay attention. It really is okay to stop and smell the roses. Or work on your writing.
I believe THIS LINK should get you past the paywall so you can read it for yourself.
I also just published a piece over at my other substack in which, with great sorrow, I own what I have in common with MAGA people. You can read that piece right here.
Your writing assignment for the week, should you choose to accept it, is to put down upon the page whatever it is you are feeling right now about the election. And/or you can write about coping strategies you are using to keep from losing your mind.
I hope you’ll share what you come up with in the comments. I also hope you’ll vote.
Thanks,
Love,
Spike
NOTES:
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My next FREE Writing Workshop at Hampton Branch Library is on WEDNESDAY Nov 6, 5:30-7:30 pm. Usually we meet on Tuesdays but Election Day requires us to wait a day. Spaces are limited and always fill up, so if you want to attend, please CLICK THIS LINK to reserve your spot. It’s going to be a safe, loving, supportive place to gather.
I know it seems like winter might not ever get here but December isn’t so far away. Despite being a godless heathen, I still volunteer on Thursdays at the Central Presbyterian Church, feeding and clothing Austin’s downtown homeless population. If you have adult clothes, shoes, bedding, and/or toiletries you’d like to donate please let me know and we can make a pickup/drop-off plan. Very often we run low on men’s jeans and shoes. Thank you.
BONUS READING ASSIGNMENT!
I have in the past recommended Jason Stanford’s substack The Experiment, which is always brilliant and thought provoking and inspired me to start my own substack. I met Jason many years ago when he and his lovely wife hired me to perform their wedding. He also co-authored a wonderful book called Forget The Alamo, a NYT bestseller I highly recommend. This week, to my delight, Jason wrote about Dode Levenson and Gretchen Barton, the geniuses behind the ad giving evangelical white women permission to vote for Kamala. As it happens, I briefly dated Dode in 1995. (It didn’t work out in large part because Dode is incredibly kind and thoughtful and I was definitely not ready for that in my pre-therapy thirties.) You can read Jason’s fascinating piece about the making of the ad right here.
I am concerned about the election and will be flying all day tomorrow to Florida, which will prevent some of the doomscroll. I am also a mess otherwise.
We are now hitting what I call the dredged-up trauma part of the year, when I remember all the ways I contorted myself to deliver a perfect holiday experience for my kid by taking her BY MYSELF to Knoxville year after year instead of saying, "We live in Florida, suck it."
Two years ago today my husband and I went to see her in Memphis for the first time since lockdown. It was a great trip!
Last year her dad "blackmailed" her into coming to stay in Knoxville with his mom, paid for the trip, and "allowed" her one day with me and Ed. As it turned out, he screwed up the return ticket, and we found out his mom had paid for it anyway, so Ed stepped in and got her a first-class ticket back.
This year I got a message that "weekends are booked with Grandma," but she could see me on a weekday.
Okay. She's 33 years old. The other part of this story is that she runs way hot and way cold on her dad, who is a narcissistic child, and that Grandma is rumored to have hella lot a money that apparently everyone thinks they are going to inherit. I hope Grandma has secretly spent it all on holiday china, which is her weakness.
Anyhoo, as they say. I love my kid. I knew I'd leave her dad when she was 18 but had no idea the drama would go on and on and on.
Sorry for being a downer!
Yeah, @WRITEWITHSPIKE I got all the electoral feels, boss. And none of the joy. For the record: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ybrpFvHuOSmexxS5G0SxayBYo4CyWDTZsQ-J5Rg6cJo/edit?usp=sharing