Michael McLeod
I love your list, mm, and I respect the tack that you chose to take with it --apart from saying that, in fairness to the NY Times, it is a NEWS paper not an OLD paper. I do get your point. I just love the history-book resonance of a woman of color in a place of 20th century power, living out a moment, regardless of your politics or personal philosophy, that epitomizes both racial equality and women in our era as we are ALL -male and female -- coming into our own as our species, hopefully, continues to evolve and become more enlightened. All I wanted to say, and again I'm sticking to it and you can do with it as you will, is that I'm proud that our generation is party to a turning point moment when it comes to gender equity and race relations. Nice to think or hope that history books of the future will speak well of us along those lines. You can be damn sure Kamala will have her picture in those books. That makes me happy. Though I had nothing to do with it, it makes me proud.
Now I am going to get back down to earth and on my knees and clean my bathroom and wipe down my baseboards per my girlfriend's instructions because she has no hesitancy whatsoever about critiquing my feeble homemaking skillset. My daughter is coming down from columbus for a visit and Denise wants to make sure she will be happy to see her father isn't living like a slob.
Wish everybody could meet her, by the way. My Significant Other, that is. Que mujer, as they say in espanol. Denise is a willowy, bossy, fiercely independent, fair skinned and therefore prone to sunburn New England transplant, an elementary school teacher who has taught me a thing or two. I am grateful and humbled in my suburban dotage down here in Winter Park, Fla., home, by the way, to a fabulous Loius Comfort Tiffany stained glass museum I have written about as it rescued disintegrating stained glass treasures that may have otherwise been lost. I am appreciative for every moment of my own sunny, ongoing enlightenment and restoration in no small part thanks to Denise - my own, personal, homeroom teacher, if you will.
Yikes. I'll say it again, in English this time: What a woman. I so wish you guys could meet her. I can't help but smile, a bit shamefaced, when I say: It took a grade school teacher to help me grow up.
I didn't know it when I set out to write this but as it turned out, and thanks for being my audience, this turns out to be a tribute to not just one but two remarkable women. You go, girls.
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