Life is in a whirl at the moment.
I live and work in the Washington, D.C. area. And national events within the last 24 hours have dominated my world. How can I not be affected by the U.S. election experience?
My political persuasion doesn't matter. What matters is the democratic process that was used to build, develop, inspire a nation. An experience that occurred without warring factions, bloodshed, or threats of suppression.
Children and young adults were included by parents and relatives to bear witness to their civic responsibility. My children held mock elections at their schools. They were excited about the level of debate among their peers. My daughter had friends who didn't agree with her idealogies. But more importantly, they could still be friends.
I'm happy that as a woman, I can vote. I can be equal. I can be a romance writer without persecution.
I'm happy that as a mother, I can guide my daughter towards opportunities and choices of life.
Every four years, the election process underscores what America is all about. And simply, I love it.