Whether You Stand or Take a Knee, I’ve Got Your Back

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By Catherine Miele

Conflicted would be the word to describe my feelings of late.

On the one hand, I’m hopeful. I love my country, I love the people in it, and I love the kind things we do for one another, especially when our neighbors are down on their luck or hurting.

But the vitriol and the hate. I’d be remiss to ignore the negative emotions clouding over us, to pretend that we live in our own little American utopia, when so much division, hostility, and pain surround us. Continue reading

It’s Our Moral Obligation To Be Decent

It's Our Moral Obligation To Be Decent

By Kate Kole

I was glued to the news this weekend. To the point of shock, then confusion, then rage. Against my better judgment, I scrolled through the trending stories on Twitter, righteously nodding and vehemently shaking my head – depending on what the stranger on the internet in front of me had to say. I can’t even count the amount of times I said to my husband, “Okay, I know we’re already done talking about this. But, I just have one more thing to add.” Because that’s what I do when I’m upset. I talk. I process. I attempt to sort out the mess. And right now, I just can’t.

It feels like we’re standing in the middle of a screaming match. The lines are drawn. Our stances have been decided. There’s little, if any, wiggle room left for any of us to truly claim that we can see both sides. In my mind, I’m definitively right. In yours, you are too. Our belief systems are powerful things, equal parts passion and stubborn. Continue reading

Donald Trump Is A Human Garbage Fire & You’re Worried About Hillary’s Book?

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By Jillian Stacia

I’ve tried to play nice.

I’ve spent the past ten months coming at this with an open mind and a forgiving heart. I’ve prayed all the prayers and asked for surrender and guidance. I’ve tried to let it go and move forward as best I can.

But in this case, I just can’t. As in, I literally cannot handle people talking about how “selfish” and “horrible” and “divisive” Hillary Clinton’s new book is.

You know what is selfish and horrible and divisive? The president supporting Nazis in the United States. Getting in a pissing match with North Korea. Ending DACA. Denouncing global warming. Continue reading

There’s a Dreamer in All of Us

There's A Dreamer In All Of Us

By Catherine Miele

It seems that every time I turn on the news or listen to public radio, I hurt.

I hurt for the marginalized of our society, for family members of Middle Eastern immigrants who can’t enter the United States, for transgender military members whose service clearly isn’t valued, for victims of Hurricane Harvey, and, now, for the hundreds of thousands of young “Dreamers” who face deportation to countries they’ve never known as home.

It’s an ache in my heart that, at times, makes me question the deeply held collective values of my country and wonder if the people in my life are truly who I’ve known them to be. Continue reading

We’re Going To Be Okay

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By Jillian Stacia

It’s been a rough couple of days. If you live in America then you know what I mean.

When things like this happen, I find myself falling silent. Not in my personal life, or on social media, or in my own private journals, but here, in this space. More than ever, I’m realizing just how important our words are. I want to make sure I get them right. I don’t want to be another voice in the void. I don’t want to add more fuel to the fire. I don’t want to say something just because. Continue reading

Raising A Child In The Trump Administration

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By Jillian Stacia

Recently, Thirty On Tap contributor Catherine Miele wrote about how she’s scared to have a second child in today’s political landscape. I’m currently pregnant with my first child and can completely relate to Catherine’s feelings. I’ve found myself thinking about this more and more with every passing news story. I’m insecure about so many things when it comes to motherhood, but nothing scares me more than having to raise a child in the Trump Administration. Continue reading

Why I’m Scared to Have a Second Child

Thoughts On Having Kids In Today's World

By Catherine Miele

I am an only child, and so is my husband.

As a result of my upbringing, I’ve always imagined having at least two children.

That’s not to say my two-year-old son is less than my entire world – after all, his perfectly fitting name means “bringer of light” – yet I, perhaps selfishly, want him to know what it’s like to have a best friend in the form of a brother or sister.

But (because there’s always a but) I’m scared to try. Continue reading

America Doesn’t Deserve a Birthday Party This Year

By De Elizabeth

The Fourth of July feels different this year.

While I appreciate having time off from work, a chance to sleep in, and several hours to devote to spending time outside and in the sunshine, I don’t really have a desire to celebrate in any traditional ways. I don’t want to barbecue, eat red white and blue ice pops, bake an apple pie, or put on a stars-n-striped bathing suit. I don’t want to go watch fireworks or Instagram myself on a pool float. I don’t want to do any of these things because Donald Trump is president, and I’m truly afraid for our country’s future.  Continue reading

No, Your Pre-Existing Condition Isn’t Your Fault

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By Catherine Miele

Once again, the majority Republican Congress is pushing the American Health Care Act – healthcare overhaul, although overhaul is too gentle a word – approval. Last week, the House passed the AHCA with a 1-point margin.

The bill still has to pass the Senate and will likely (hopefully) undergo many changes, but that doesn’t mean some lawmakers weren’t celebrating their promise to decimate healthcare as we know it. Continue reading

We Are The Ones We’ve Been Waiting For

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By Jillian Stacia

I’ve spent my entire life waiting to become.

When I was a little girl, I thought I would have it figured out by the time I was 16. I glorified 16. It sounded like such a fun and sophisticated age. I would have a boyfriend and a job and a car. I would know what I was doing. I’d be confident and capable and fun and smart. By 16, surely, I would’ve arrived. I would’ve already become. Continue reading