What an amazing night it was. Getting together with friends, eating and drinking Champagne, clapping, cheering, crying. Seeing Jesse Jackson weep, watching people in NY and Chicago fall to the ground with joy and relief, and listening to John Lewis who sounded stunned. I think he was having a hard time even talking. When he worked so hard during the civil rights movement, he probably couldn't even imagine this night would come. The young people and people of color will forever have their say.
And now---
It IS a beautiful morning indeed...
I feel like dancing in the streets...
And then I want to lie beneath a shady tree and think about how much I love my country...
My name really isn't Molly and I'm really not a canine. Molly was my best friend Golden Retriever. I'm using her name so I can write about things and remain anonymous.
I'm a Registered Nurse living in a very beautiful part of the US. I work at an inner-city community clinic which serves the poorest of the poor; homeless, sick, uneducated, immigrants, etc. They are sometimes a difficult population but if clinics like ours were not available, they would not get medical care. While some of my stories are sad and difficult, I do have a sense of humor about a lot of it. Partly, it's my personality and partly because one has to in order to survive there. The pay is crappy, the work conditions aren't great but I feel dedicated to this population. My patients teach me everyday.
I've got two amazing grown kids who are my best accomplishment. I'm divorced after a long marriage. I've been told I should write a book about my dating experiences. Believe me, some of them are quite entertaining. I'm still holding out hope that I'll meet the man with whom I want to spend the rest of my life.