It’s been a little more than a week since my friend Kate passed away and I still can’t believe it. She was 30. She found out she had a rare kind of ovarian cancer in August. Just six months later—she was gone. It’s shocking and tragic because Kate was the eternal optimist; one of those people whose smile was infectious; who brought light wherever she went. She threw herself into whatever she was doing with joy and enthusiasm. She was selfless and supportive. She didn’t seem to have a drop of cynicism about her. Her spirit was wide-eyed and wondrous. Every single one of us who had the privilege of knowing Kate really just thought she was going to pull through. It didn’t seem possible that someone that radiant, so full of life, could succumb to cancer at all, let alone so quickly. She was one of the good ones. And now she’s gone.
Her death has wrecked me more than I expected. Probably because Kate was an angel on Earth and in these dark and uncertain times, we need ...
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Dr.Seuss is racist, Babar is racist, math is racist, Aunt Jemima is racist, Amazon likes Hitler? You’re a racist, the sky is racist, the faucet is leaking which I know is just veiled antisemitism, I ran out of milk this morning - so milk just assumes because I’m a woman I can just run to the grocery store on a whim? I used the word woman to describe myself and now I’m a transphobe.
I do not like the ultra woke
They do not laugh at any joke
I would not could not understand
Their brand of justice
Sam (or Samantha you sexist jerk) I am
Dr Seuss helped my little guy find the joy in reading. His favorites were The Starbellied Sneetches. He’s laugh and recite the poem with me.
He grasped at a young age, with the help of Dr Seuss, that outward appearance meant absolutely nothing.
I don’t know when this madness will stop. I’m hoping it will be soon.
