So much I want to blog about the current immigration policy horrors by my government. But my current life schedule is not permitting it at the moment. So frustrating.


Well, at least I can try to give us all some words of encouragement.


First, for those who are finding themselves so worn out, so depressed, and so dragged down by this endless onslaught of cruelty and acceptance of cruelty, feel sad if you want. Cry if you want. But then get up, and do. Don’t let these kinds of hurtful racism and inhumane actions go unanswered and unchallenged. March, protest, keep bringing it up, and keep paying attention even after the 24-hour news cycle gets done worrying this bone.


And, if you can do nothing else, vote. Vote in your primaries, because that determines who your choices are in November. Then vote in November. Vote in every election in which you have the chance to vote. If you have difficulty using your voice in any other way (and you are not alone in that, no condemnations here), then at least use the voice guaranteed you by your vote.


Finally, for those hitting the wall of too much, I give you Stan Rogers’ “The Mary Ellen Carter,” about which my husband just reminded me. Good Lord, I love that song. When a$$holes of the world take away good things and try to drown us in the inhumane and the cruel, resolve to rise again.



Use this pain, this sorrow to fuel your fight back against this kind of racist garbage. I’m right there with you. Together we can work to make America rise above this kind of cr@p.


Oh, and once again, I give thanks to Canada. This time for Stan Rogers.


For we couldn’t leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale
She’d saved our lives so many times, living through the gale
And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave
They won’t be laughing in another day


Rise again, rise again!
Let her name not be lost to the knowledge of men
Those who loved her best and were with her ’til the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again!


And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.


-The Mary Ellen Carter, by Stan Rogers