The Two Reasons I Voted at the Crack of Dawn

I woke up at 5:30 this morning, alert and ready to go. I am not a morning person but I figured I should make the most of it. I am going to vote and not have to worry about it for the rest of the day.

As I was walking to the voting site in my district, I asked myself, “Why do I vote?”

Because I am a woman of color.

The 15th Amendment gives me the right to vote. I cannot be denied my right due to “racecolor, or previous condition of servitude”.

The 19th Amendment also gives me the right to vote. I cannot be denied my right based on my sex.

It’s that simple.  So go vote! If you are in NYC, you should be able to vote at any of the poll sites due to Hurricane Sandy. All you have to do is sign an affidavit. Click here for more info.


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November 8th to December 1st, 2012Where:
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What I Learned from Hurricane Sandy

First off, much love and thoughts go out to those who were affected by Sandy.

Second, here’s what I learned from Sandy:

1. The howl of the wind is pretty frightening.

2. Always have extra snacks because it never fails. The craving and necessity of Cherry Garcia and Funyons at 1am is undying.

3. My sweet haven, Rockaway Beach, has been damaged. Maybe having a bungalow out there isn’t such a good idea.

4. Mayor Bloomberg and Governor Christie have two very different styles of leadership.

5. When the feeling of stir crazy starts to set in, just open the window for 5 minutes.

6. Thank god for the internet and cell phones. For those who think technology is the devil, those were back-up resources to landlines that were down.

7. I am happy I live on a hill and will remember that when I walk home in disgust.

8. New Yorkers are resilient.

9. When times are tough, the outpouring of love and support exists.

10. If there was ever a doubt of something bigger than us, hmmm, I’d say this hurricane reminded us.

In Gratitude


The city is quiet and thoughtful today. Respectful. Reflective.

Beneath the buildings, the grit, the bawdiness lies bedrock.  Billions of years old.  The core of the city and earth.

Under the surliness, sass, the crassness lies humility,  compassion,  allegiance.

A dichotomy.
A paradox.
New York City.

My hometown.