On Monday, February 1st, I said goodbye to my father for the last time.

A year ago, in January 2020, I started talking to my dad for the first time in 30 years. It was something I had wanted for about 30 years, and I was so happy to get my chance to talk to him, but, like everything it life, it came with strings. My dad was 85 years old and in a nursing home. He had dementia. He had end stage kidney failure. Things were not going to improve.

However, I decided to grab onto that chance with both hands. I’d always thought about my father, always missed him. Obviously, with all…


We can still change the world together.

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Dear “Team Pete” fans, I know how you feel this morning. You have a candidate you love, and you really believe in, and then they are gone. And you look at the rest of the field with burgeoning distaste and dislike before begrudgingly settling on the next best thing. And EVERYONE seems to be telling you to buck up and choose their candidate. Those people are cheerful and disgusting and all you want to do is mourn in peace. I get it. I felt that hangover in 2016 and “I guess I’m with her.”

I may be blunt, painfully honest…


The heavy emotions of reconnecting with an absent parent

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It wasn’t long after the start of the new year. 2019 had been intense, and I felt hopeful that 2020 was going to go smoothly. We were back from the holidays, and I was getting over the usual family-spread illness, when my mom contacted me.

“I talked to your father. He’s in a nursing home and would like to hear from you.”

My background is complicated in many ways. My parents were never married, and I had been something of a surprise. I saw him very rarely as I was growing up. The last time I had seen my dad…


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In the course of the past week, we’ve had to borrow $5700 for medical costs.

No. That’s not a typo. No. There’s no major, medical emergency. No one is in the hospital. No blood was spilled. No major bones were broken.

The money is needed to cover what should be basic medical needs.

It started back in August when our insurance bill went up to three times the normal amount. It turned out the Healthcare Marketplace, the one that Trump’s been cutting funding for left and right, screwed up and thought our household income was nearly double what it actually…


Bernie Sanders in South Bend, 2016 (photo by Emily Taylor)

Today, on Twitter, I saw someone try to make the claim that the “Bernie Story” hashtag was filled with elitist, disconnected people. Others claimed that Bernie supporters don’t understand the plight of people of color and LGBTQ. I can’t help but feel that those dismissals ignore the reality of who supports Bernie Sanders. If you read and watch the stories encompassed in that hashtag, you’ll see that his base is far from the monochrome painted by his detractors, and very diverse, in age, race, gender, and sexuality.


It’s Thursday, June 20, 2019. I am back again with another list of stories from LMLOS. These stories have also been posted on Daily Kos.

I did spend hours outside yesterday while we had sun. Today, the rain moved back in. I know it will probably stop around mid-summer, but we are waterlogged. The ground is wet, the plants are wet, the road is wet, the trees are wet, EVERYTHING is wet.

Same guy, same field, same spot, same type of crop… Different year, different weather

I’m sure you’ve seen the pictures, too, about the difference this weather has made on growing crops. I’m not afraid to say that I am worried about…

Emily Taylor

Writer, mother, activist. You can donate at https://ko-fi.com/politicsandromance

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