I remember when I used to write and write. I would blog and read about writing. I had focus. Now, I focus on my heart. What does my heart want?

My heart is fickle and my heart is doubtful. All the hope I held as an idealist growing up seeps away in this cynical and barbaric climate.

I cannot help being informed.

Tonight, in Ohio, the suburban woman finally spoke with her vote. Perhaps, the tide will turn and good will win over evil. Will democracy be saved? Will the anger transform into change? Keep your ear to the ground.