I never assume that I will be allowed to vote or that my vote will be counted. I’ve seen too much, that’s just the way it is. So I over prepare. I bring that little goofy proof of registration card with me every time I vote, wherever I am. Today was no different. Even though, officially, you do not have to provide any kind of identification to vote in California – I played it “safe.”

Walking into my assigned polling place, a neighbor’s garage, I presented my little beige registration …

My fight to recover from the flu morphed into metaphor this morning. I’ve been sleeping endless hours and been uncharacteristically quiet for the past 8 days or so because I’ve been channeling all the energy I had on healing and on trying not to focus on the increasing discomfort.
For the past few years America has been going through something similar. Although we are in a time of unparalled wealth and luxury for the single percentage of the population at the top of the economic pyramid, scores of people are hurting …