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Have Broom Will Travel [memoir]

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Halloween 1995, Batman and me
My history is littered with Halloween fails. Before I became a mother the question of what I was going to be for Halloween terrified me.


1958:  Halloween on a blazing hot afternoon in Tripoli, Libya. Age 5 All the military brats from Wheelus Air Force base were going to a Halloween party in an airplane hangar just outside Tripoli. Lots of civilian kids—mostly Brits and Yanks—whose parents worked on the base in various capacities were invited which meant my brother and I got to go too. Our dad, who spoke Arabic fluently and had been with British Intelligence during the war, had something to do with managing the PX on the base. My brother went dressed as a hobo, his cheeks smeared grey by my mother with a piece of burnt cork, while his friend, the older boy who lived next door, dressed up as a woman—a pillow stuck down his sweater shaped into clownish balloon-sized breasts and big red sticky lips. I went as Minnie Mouse in a cheap, cellophane-thin, store-bough…

Marching for THEIR Lives in Santa Monica

So proud to march with my husband & my family in Santa Monica

Wow! What an amazing moment in our country’s history. Just got home from the March for Our Lives event in Santa Monica and turned on the TV to see the massive numbers of people who marched in Washington—as many as a million—and millions more who marched around the country and the world. Including my sister in law Susan and her husband Dave, marching in Riverside. Not exactly the liberal bastion Santa Monica is. A question for the politicians: Can you count the votes?

I love Eva’s sign “Arms are for Hugging’’

While there was a much larger march planned for downtown Los Angeles we chose to go to the smaller community of Santa Monica because it’s where my brother, sister and I went to high school. No matter where else I live, it’s the city I’ll always consider home. 

Thousands marched in Santa Monica

We met my brother Russ & my sister in law Eva at their place—they’re lucky enough to still live in Santa Monica, just blocks from the beach, and walked over to Montana Avenue where the march began at 16th with thousands of people walking the 16 blocks down to Palisades Park overlooking the Pacific Ocean. 

I wish I were taller so you could get a better view of the crowd

 There were people of every stripe, young and old, everyone had lots of energy. And lots of great signs. Like these young women

And this librarian! 

Left to right: my brother Russell, my husband Mark, Russell's wife, Eva

 It was a beautiful day for the beach, but as you can see the beach was empty. It felt like the whole city was at the march. Mark is holding two signs, mine and his own. He sometimes carried his own sign upside just so people would say ‘‘Hey, your sign’s upside down.” “Right,’’he’d answer, ‘‘so you have to take an extra moment to think about it.’’ 


 Not a bad place to hold a rally, huh?


If you know my husband, you know he almost always has a funny way to break through the clutter! The key word is VOTE!

Thank you to this new generation of young leaders, so passionate and articulate on the issue. My boomer generation didn’t get it done. Yours will. 

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  1. What a great recap of your day! I've loved seeing reports from friends all across the country today.

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