Daring to Hope
Day 1 of the Democratic National Convention was yesterday; as of today, I am replacing old worries and habits with new hope
Life was hard when I was a young mother. I worked hard but gained little. I was devoted to my baby but couldn’t ever quite make ends meet. However, I knew if I could just keep going a little longer, things would get better.
In my middle age, life became painful. I was giving my all to family and work but was getting little in return. I was exhausted, but I thought if I could just keep going a little longer, things might get better.
Then in my old age, life became brutal. I had nothing left to give, and all I wanted to do was give in. I was worn out. But I kept on going out of habit.
For 62 years amid “You can’t go back to college, you’re pregnant now,” “We don’t hire women with children.” Oh dear, I’m still short $40 on the rent,” “No, Daddy, I will not be your sex toy for rent money,” “Doctor can’t see your baby or you without medical insurance,” “I thought you were my boyfriend, but you stole from me so this relationship is over,” and “I need that money right now. Fuck plans for success and fuck you, Katharine,” I have kept putting one foot in front of the other.
