When I was about seven, in the days when color television wasn’t a given in every household, I was thrilled one Saturday morning to see pale colors emerging from the new tv set my parents had brought home. Cartoons would be more fun! I mentioned this to my parents, who were surprised: the new tv set was black and white. My parents quickly figured out that I was colorblind and was mistaking shades of grey for color. Still, I felt fine, and I insisted that I could see color in that set. Obviously it was my parents who had impaired vision. After all, they wore glasses.
I work in the reproductive rights field. Every day my colleagues and I work to destigmatize abortion and encourage people to be open and honest about their own abortion stories. One of the most compelling things we discuss is that most pregnancies are terminated at around 7 weeks. As a matter of fact, that’s when I had my abortion. At 7 weeks along, whatever was hanging out in my uterus was itty bitty and looked nothing like a baby, as the anti-choice movement wants people to believe.
I was bit nervous when I took a Trump piñata to Denver’s 16th Street Mall recently–even though I had no plans to wrap a blindfold around my eyes, grab a bat, and hit it–or to encourage anyone else to do so.
In 2013, I received a call from Majority Leader Mitch McConnell asking me, as a member of the Senate Agriculture Committee, to support a pilot program to allow farmers to grow hemp. Knowing Colorado farmers’ interest in the crop, I jumped at the chance and pushed to include the program in the 2014 Farm Bill.
The squirrel you see in your yard might be there thanks to me.
It’s great that we recognize people who’ve served in the U.S. military with the simple acknowledgement of, “Thank you for your service.”
We should have told them to be more specific. When President Trump and his fellow Republicans in Congress called their massive tax overhaul last year the “Tax Cuts and Jobs Act,” most of us assumed the jobs would be in the United States.
As 2018 draws to a close and we begin to reflect on what we probably all agree was another strange year, I’d like to offer this as an emblem of where we’re at: progressive women along Colorado’s Front Range are going around destroying neo-Nazi propaganda that appears to have been strategically placed near — wait for it — Pokemon Go waypoints.
Our death rituals for public figures are evolving.
How Hanging A Trump Portrait At The Colo Capitol Could Mark The Enlightenment Of The Republican Party
You might think that, for the GOP, hanging a portrait of Trump at the Colorado Capitol, amid inevitable protests and hype, is like begging for another blue Tsunami, even though Colorado Republicans were just flattened then drowned by one, perhaps indefinitely.