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This won’t take long. But I hope it makes you smile today.

I’m just feeling like maybe we all need to do something kinda…reckless, right now.

It’s time for us to have a few “mini-adventures.” I’m talkin’ tiny little rebellions — laughable stuff, nothin’ big and bold.

Cause, listen…we’re being asked not to travel at a time when we desperately need a big old family gathering and some group hugs. I’ve got a brand new granddaughter about to have her first Christmas — ask me how I feel about all that!

And I’ve been ridiculously good. Cause I’m old and I’ve got all these little scary ailments that could kill me if I caught this bug. …


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Just a thought…

Somebody “recast” this scene with Trump babbling away about ballots as the wary woman at the other end eases down and off the bench and tiptoes away…


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You’ve heard Trump compared to a toddler dozens of times before. But I swear to God, as a new grandmother, I’m declaring that Joe Biden is the best “G-Pa-In-Chief” we could’ve hoped for.

My daughter Thandi and I have always been close. But we’ve never been closer than we became after the birth of her daughter, Lumen, earlier this year.

The early months, when I flew out to lend a hand, were rougher than Thandi expected. She’s an only child herself. …


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The Irish in Biden’s ancestral hometown of Ballina, did this:

And we…lost our damned minds:

I, myself, could not stop crying for hours. The waiting, the praying, the doubting, the false alarms all week…I was a nervous wreck. Like millions of us…

I was just so relieved!

As a Black woman in America, a mother and grandmother and the child of generations of proud Black people who loved America knowing she might never love us back, I’ve been alternately afraid and ashamed for the past four years.

I’m well aware of the issues we still face. I’m 68-friggin’-years-old — I’ve seen some shit. But I’ve never seen America go so low by “consent.” …


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I think it was Melania’s designer military uniform that told me I’d better get real. (What up wit dat, Alexander McQueen?)

I packed what I call a “go” bag and put all of my most important papers in a briefcase. And I’m spending election night with a couple of friends who, as members of the Sanctuary Movement, have been helping people seek asylum for decades.

They know why. And they don’t think I’m being the least bit overly dramatic.

Having ferried refugees to safety over the years, they know “the signs.” And though Trump is more a caricature of the real dictators their asylum seeking “guests” were running from, they know it’s not the puppet, it’s the people pulling the strings that you have to be scared of. …


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Okay. I confess.

I have five Amazon Echos. And a Dot that goes wherever I go, so I can listen to “nature sounds” or the news or podcasts or whatever I want to help me slip off to sleep.

I don’t like earbuds. And earbuds can’t wake me up to music or answer questions or call my daughter or order dinner or…

You get the idea.

I mean, Amazon sent me toilet paper even when nobody else had any. Or, actually, they’d been sending me toilet paper and other staples for years by subscription. So I had plenty on hand when COVID hit. …


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THIS…

Nah, wasn’t enough.

THIS…

Nah, wasn’t enough.

THIS…

Still not enough…

How about this?

Nah, not enough.

Ah, but THIS…

…got ’em to start resigning and hand wringing and wondering “How did THIS happen?” Couple of weeks before he’d be gone anyway.


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The press should wear Herman Cain t-shirts for the next few weeks.

I’m serious. Every time they go to a Trump presser, they should slip ’em on and just sit there. Staring at Trump in dead silence.

No, I didn’t “like” Herman Cain. He drove me crazy. He drove a lot of us Black folks crazy because he got a whole lot of air time and embarrassed the hell out of us before white people figured out he wasn’t exactly…well, “presidential.”

I won’t go into it too deep right here — Google the man, and listen to some of his “speeches” and press conferences. And try not to cringe. …


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45 wants the schools open this fall. He’s threatening to cut off their funding if they don’t do what he says.

Which…is kinda like how banks charge you a big old fee for not having enough money to cover a check. If you didn’t have enough money to cover the check…well, you get the idea, right?

So…former vice principal here. And I’ve got news for 45. Who has apparently forgotten what schools “look” like. And how they work.

Or maybe he paid someone to attend his classes, too, back when. Would not surprise me one bit, but I digress. …


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A few years ago I faced a life-threatening illness that taught me how to read all these “signs.”

I had spent far too many years working a job that had sapped my spirit and made me brittle and bitter and bereft of inner light. Prestigious position. Quite the achievement. Everyone thought so.

And though I had to force myself out of the car everyday when I arrived at work, and sobbed all the way home some evenings, I was living on the hope that my sacrifice would prevent my daughter from ever having to do the same.

Yep. That’s what I told myself. …

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Cynthia Dagnal-Myron

Award-winning former features reporter for the Chicago Sun Times and Arizona Daily Star, HuffPo contributor and author.

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