Last night in a dream the Professor left me. Initially I was terrified, desperate to hang on, consumed with the desire to return our relationship to the status quo. But just before I awoke I wondered, could separating from a relationship that no longer serves be a good thing? It is. First, my dream’s interpretation is not literal. There’s no separation or divorce planned in my household. My dream was not about us but about me, or rather about two sides of me. One side sees with clarity that all is not as it seems and urges me to step away. The other clings to the way I’ve always done life, fearful of change. Each side struggles for control. The fear of the consequences of change have kept me in the status quo camp. No longer.
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Dear Newly-Elected (and Re-elected) Officials, Let me be the first to congratulate you today, about 11 hours before the polls close. I’m writing now because