On Wednesday, November 5, I was still in a haze of amazement, disbelief, joy, relief, exhaustion, and optimism for the future! I had spent the night alone, my husband being in Minneapolis with our youngest daughter at the Bob Dylan concert at Northrop Auditorium. It was the first presidential election in which she had been able to vote, and she was pretty stoked! I had texted updates to them, once when they called Pennsylvania for Obama, again when we took Ohio, and finally, at about 10:30, when it looked as though we were really and truly going to have an opportunity to celebrate. When the talking heads on MSNBC called the race for Obama, I was jubilant and in happy tears, astonished that the election had not been stolen yet again.
Wednesday morning, then, I sat down to try to sum up what this election had meant to me, and here it is:
Read More