Typically I avoid driving straight into the insanity of national politics, but today I felt an exception is warranted. Although I read widely and consider myself well-informed, I’ve not had a television for more than 30 years so I’m mostly spared the crazy world of competing “news” programs. This week’s visit by Donald Trump to Vermont made avoiding that world unavoidable.
When we work together and put aside irrational fear, the family I was fortunate to marry into is how I know the world can be, in fact, is in many instances:
No, it is not “perfect.” We regularly have our tussles and growing pains. Yet we span from 3 to 96, and come in many shades of the “rainbow,” and we have differing abilities, interests, and sexual preferences. What binds us together is the knowledge that we are family and, of course, a love for all of life that is larger than our individual differences.
Some will argue this is not “real.” Perhaps but, when the poisonous fears so many actively foment are stripped aside, a family like this is actually what is normal.