May 17, 2012.
The last entry on Cocktails With Hemingway.
Miles To Go Before I Sleep offered a watered down, PC version of my blogging objective. Yet Miles met its demise mere weeks after its inception because I succumbed to fear. I silenced my voice. Those of you who know me understand how hard it is for me to refrain from commenting on anything and everything– from the seemingly inconsequential minutiae of daily life to the profound events capable of shaping our future. For months I didn’t utter a word.
- My children went without their mother and I remained 2500 miles away from my infant daughter;
- Malala Yousafzai, a 14 year old Pakistani schoolgirl, continued to advocate for girls’ education despite an attempt on her life by the Taliban;
- I illegally squatted in a storage facility, struggled in vain to find employment, and my belly knew the sharp pangs of hunger all too well;
- Our country grew divided by a bitter election between two men of stark contrast, Barack Obama and Mitt Romney;
- People I cared for deeply passed away, some of natural causes, others in tragic and horrific ways;
- For the first time in my entire life I understood the true meaning of defeat: how it feels to be completely devoid of hope, believing that you have irreparably damaged your family, and failed your children beyond belief….
Still I remained silent.
And then I heard Mark Kelly’s statement today [expect a post in the very near future regarding these words], spoken to Jared Loughner during the latter’s sentencing— and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Courageous men and women have given their lives for me throughout history. Because of their ultimate sacrifice I can exercise my First Amendment right to free speech that I am guaranteed as a citizen of this country. What a hypocrite I am, urging people to vote when I’m not utilizing my own rights to their fullest potential.
It is not only my right but my DUTY as an American to publish Cocktails With Hemingway.
I vow to uphold the Constitution and exercise my freedom at every opportunity. Armed with the invaluable wisdom of experience, I have finally mastered the art of expressing myself in a way that is not detrimental to my family. So long as there is air in my lungs and blood coursing through my veins….this blog will exist.
As I write this I’m at our family home in Memphis for a ten day visit. Tatum’s sleeping soundly in the next room– it’s the first time I’ve seen her in over eight months. Can you believe my daughter is almost nine months old and has never met her brother? November 17 marks the one year anniversary Child Welfare Services ‘detained’ Adam, seizing him unexpectedly from preschool. Our lives have been in disarray ever since.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,