I am just about the least political woman you can imagine. I mean, I listen to NPR on my commute and I read the NYT on Sunday, but for a long time, I was more of a ‘Travel’ and ‘Style’ kind of girl.
Not that a lot has changed. But lately, I have become kind of…angry. It started when I found out about two months before my baby was due that I was required to return to work in six weeks and would receive no pay. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
Three years later, the brain-numbing whirlwind of parenthood is starting to slacken. And the anger is coming back. (The back fat stayed, of course.)
This June, I left an 11-year career as a high school English teacher. I was the commencement speaker, and my advice to the graduates was basically ‘get involved’ and ‘don’t be afraid to fail.’ Says the 36-year-old with a novel held hostage on her Mac. I hate nothing more than a hypocrite.
So here I am. I’d like to get involved. In what, I am not really sure. I know there is a ‘massy wheel’ like good old Rosencrantz and Guildenstern talk about in Hamlet. And, to push my grandiose Shakespearean allusions further, I’d like to be a humble bit of green spinning around if it means I am headed towards something.
For the next year, as I take time off to write a book, support myself freelance writing and hopefully be a better parent, I will also be blogging about my journey to become political. Maybe even run for office.
Start from the bottom with me – we’ll work our way up together.