Tomorrow will be a busy day. My son is sick but I'll cart him to the polling booth anyway. I was nineteen years old when I was naturalized as a citizen of this great country. And I've been proud to cast my vote every election since that time. So do your duty -- go vote tomorrow -- even if it's with a sick kid in tow!
And later that night, I will fight traffic to give a talk on writing for children's magazines at the University. I feel like a magazine-evangelist. But I truly believe that writing for magazines has much to offer a beginning or seasoned writer. This past year I haven't spent as much time on magazine pieces and I've truly missed it. There's never enough time to work on all the projects but as I slog through my novel revision, I am tempted more and more to set it aside and work on little poems and articles that bubble up to the surface. A confession: last week I did put aside my novel. Sigh. But I know I'll pick it up again.
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4 comments:
Oh Vijaya, I can't imagine what it must be like to "earn" the right to vote as opposed to someone like myself who was born to that right. How proud you must be, how proud I am for you.
Bish, it's similar to when you take your wedding vows. Really. In high school I learned about the constitution and I'm still in awe of what incredible people our founding fathers were. Wisdom and foresight ...
I hope everyone takes this message to heart and votes. Each vote is a voice, a stand, a set of beliefs and most importantly, acknowledgement of what it took and still takes to have the freedom to vote!
Right on, Angela. It never hit me close until I lived in Europe and went to all those American cemetaries ... I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for all the sacrifices these young men and women made.
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