I’m no Pollyanna.
I can be as critical and cynical and passionate about my position as the next guy.
I can’t bear to watch Nancy Grace, and I’m super concerned about the financial cliff, and I yell at the t.v. when Republicans and Democrats alike seem much more concerned about re-election than cooperating with each other for the good of America.
I’m an independent voter and an equal opportunity offender.
But on election day this week I was in the Middle East, and John was in London with a board made up of people from all over the world, and very little of political pettiness mattered.
There is so much oppression and lack of freedom in Israel/Palestine that I was particularly moved being away from my home where people were exercising a right to vote that we can take for granted. Like we take having peanut butter in our cupboard for granted.
