I make it no secret that I'm a loyal Democrat. I don't have any real preferences when it comes to the Republican race. I feel a little sorry for Mitt Romney because I don't believe a Mormon has a chance in the South, where evangelical types often view that faith as a cult. Huckabee is just off the charts, and I don't know what to make of a person who dismisses evolution. I mean, does he believe in gravity, the laws of relativity, etc? John McCain keeps vowing to follow Osama Bin Laden to the gates of hell. Really, is someone stopping him from embarking on the mission now? I do know that I'm tired of his overuse of the phrase, "My friends," which he inserts in every third sentence. I know he's old and the Arizona sun is hot, but he can do better than to sound like a used car salesman, my friends. Don't you agree, my friends?
I did manage to finish proofing Tomato Girl. Hubby is off to ship it back to Algonquin. It's very exciting to see the manuscript evolve into an actual book.
One of my poems, "The Livelihood of Crows" is up at Stirring.