This shit is real

Dear President Biden, I’m not sure what exactly tipped my brain over into that space where it’s acting like a tongue that can’t leave a rough tooth alone, but just now the phrase “existential dread” landed like a lead balloon and won’t leave me alone. Actually, I doubt it was any one thing having just …

The violence of nooses

Dear President Biden, It’s been a minute since I’ve had a moment to write to you. I don’t usually go this long between downloads, but a combination of being more tired than usual, having more work than usual, and playing more Scrabble than usual (as in playing Scrabble at all) have led to low letter …

Rainstorms and turkeys

Dear President Biden, Laura’s brother visited us this past weekend to celebrate her birthday. He lives in Atlanta now and at one point yesterday afternoon he remarked that the rainstorm we were having sure didn’t seem like Seattle rain, that it was much more like Atlanta rain since it was pretty much a deluge. And …

Re-membering

Dear President Biden, A friend of mine texted yesterday morning to let me know that he’d been thinking of Joe Manchin in response to my “Joe McConnell” flub rather than about you. While I do think it’s reasonable to harbor concerns about why you, too, keeping pressing for the completely unrealistic unicorn of bipartisanship, it …

Joe Manchin ~ ‘he’s got the whole world in his (grubby, power-hungry, little) hands’

Dear President Biden, At the end of his article about where things stand on the For the People Act (HR1/S1), Mike DeBonis quotes Senator Richard Durbin (Il) as saying: “I say a prayer every morning and evening for Joe Manchin.” Indeed. Joe M. may just become the most difficult person in my loving-kindness meditation not …

We can’t afford the usual faux bipartisan “negotiations” on climate change

Dear President Biden, It turns out that when I’m full-on juggling too many things at work and still trying to cook reasonably good meals, take reasonably long walks, and sleep reasonably healthy stretches, optional letter writing takes a backseat. And so it has lately. In lieu of a real letter, here is a haiku in …