The following article by Connie Schultz was posted on the National Memo website March 23, 2017:
The windowsill over my kitchen sink is an altar of sorts, full of small framed photos of our grandchildren and other mementos to keep me grateful.
The square ceramic tile leaning against the window started out with the painted names of our immediate family. It has since flowered to include the names of additional loved ones etched in various colors of Sharpie.
The red Matchbox car was a gift from my son, who stuck it in my Christmas stocking in my early single-mother days as a promise that one day I, too, would drive a car in my favorite color. He was right, and I do. Continue reading “Dear Trump Voters: Now, Maybe You Try To Understand Us”