Voted for Obama. He’s my candidate. Yet I finally figured out what the nagging sense of unease I’ve had about him was. I read an email that Jen forwarded from Suzie in support of Obama. Notably, this is about the 10th email I’ve gotten in the past several days from people that I have never thought of as politically active. This goes right to the heart of Obama’s appeal, I think, and to what will take him all the way – his ability to move and mobilize people, to inspire ardent dedication and committed action.
Suzie references Rory Kennedy’s chiming in on the issue, here. I’ve been loath, I think, perhaps subconsciously, to let an opportunity – a real chance! – to elect a female President slip by. How can I actually vote against the female candidate? I am a woman, a mother, and a feminist. As Rory says, I ache to raise my daughter in a world that can elect a woman to the highest office in the land. And yet, somehow, I can’t bring myself to support Hillary. Many people that I respect are voting for her. She has a strong case for why she would be a terrific president. But, for me, it comes down to issues of personality and charisma; on this score I add my voice to the deafening choir. And on this dimension, for me, Obama triumphs. I remember vividly Schuyler – someone whose views I respect so completely – talking after the Democratic convention where Obama spoke. Her excitement about Obama was contagious, and she said, as I’m sure many people did after that speech: “that man will be president.”
It was a relief to acknowledge what the thing holding me back from wild enthusiasm about Obama has been. All I can do is fervently hope that in my lifetime there will be other strong female candidates for President. And I do hope that, and I do believe that. I suppose, ultimately, the best role model I can be for Grace is to demonstrate support for the person I believe to be the strongest candidate, regardless of their gender.
And that’s the road I’m taking.


“We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude.” – Cynthia Ozick

An excellent review of The Middle Place here.

Last night finished Loving Frank by Nancy Horan. A terrific read. Fictionalized biography of Frank Lloyd Wright, focused on his long love affair with Mamah Borthwick. Unbelievable ending which I did not know (it’s true). I read that instead of watching the Super Bowl last night.


These two cool cats have had a great day together. I got home from a fantastic run midday and Grace announced that she was being a “rockstar” – she had the Wiggles guitar, a belt around her waist, and a whole lot of attitude. By the time I got out of the shower Whit was similarly attired, and they were also sporting matching pink Jack Rogers sandals. Stylish!

Kendall, bride and roommate



Charlotte is making a CD for next weekend’s Kendall-fest (which I am sadly missing). She’s been writing emails to the bridesmaids and college friends asking for songs and stories – more than one of these emails has made me laugh out loud. I am having a great time reliving some of these hilarious moments – dancing to Shawn Colvin in our room, Char and Kendall stripping to Kenny Loggins, and 15 freshman girls taking off their shirts to “What a Night” for absolutely no reason at all (and being photographed by strange dudes from West Point, but that’s another story).
Ah, MKM … what good times those were! Seems like yesterday and also a thousand years ago. Nobody comes close to the friends from those years. 402-403 Forbes. Four girls, four massive personalities and way more than four peoples’ worth of stuff crammed into 400 square feet. That was a year to remember.