There is something renewing about a sunset. Brilliant colors reminding us of God’s natural beauty. Are we, as a nation, “coming back?” My optimistic nature doubts our ever returning to “normal.”
I felt this way after the Aids Epidemic hit all our dancer friends. And I have to say, I was one of those “fearful” friends. My husband visited their bedside. He made sure he was walking in those AidsWalks while I held down the fort with two infant girls. We ALL walked the walk in later years, proud of our Broadway community rising up against a government that had turned its back on our world. Shame on them.
And today? Shame on all of them again. Drumpt was a pathetic leader for our great nation — and anyone continuing to support his megalomaniacal behavior will, I’m really very sure, will share in taking blame for all of this — this division in our country. And those women stepping up to accuse Cuomo for “sexual abuse?” You should be ashamed of yourselves. The whole thing sounds politically driven because this man led NYC thru Covid with responsibility and leadership we were not getting on the national level. [Cuomo resigned . . . more to this story than meets the public’s eye?]
I love our “freedom.” My husband feels the weight of his heritage — a Russian Jew. But me? My mom was raised during the Great Depression in our country. Those survivors learned how to live without. Learned to survive against all odds. My mom raised me before the word “Libber” had ever been coined. She left my father when I was four years old. The real love of her life, Howard Clifford, WWII bomber pilot, however, was burned. He married the woman who “trapped” him with pregnancy and that marriage kept “Cliff” safe from ever having to marry again. Eventually, tho, he managed to marry my mom. For my benefit apparently. I was a senior in high school at the time. Really? None of my friends cared. They assumed they were married.
Ah the twists life can take.
This last Covid Winter was my personal challenge with my independent mother who did not go quietly into that good night. I’m feeling the change taking place for me as I set my intentions to value my own time left on this earth and make darn sure those in my life feed my creative soul with health and harmony. Grateful every day that my husband for the past 50 years still thinks I’m sexy. Back in the day he and Fosse would have brought up on charges for loving women — lots of them! (photo below from the original 1973 Pippin – w/Ken Urmston)
