Dammit, dammit, dammit

Momma brought her dammit doll to our house for Election Day. I naively didn’t think she would need it. At 92, she’s seen a few elections- and, as she loves to say, “ when you’re this old, you can say and do whatever you want.” She demonstrates that right frequently. As I said, she seen a few elections and has always exercised her right to vote. She’s kind, intelligent, inquisitive, delightfully funny, sharp as a tack, and, I dare to say - she’s right. She could not shake or hit that dammit doll enough to turn the outcome of this election, but I love her for the example she has set for me my entire life. I don’t remember discussions about politics while I was growing up. I don’t even remember talking about equality and fairness. Somehow, growing up in a small mostly conservative, farm community - who I became is just inherent. Nothing will change me, just like I know I can’t change others.