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Rhi Bowman

Student/ Writer

Rhi (pronounced Ree) B. is short for Rhiannon Bowman. Rhi B. is me. I’m a young woman– a newly wed, mother of two spoiled rotten cats and student– working hard to get out of college and on with the business of freelance writing. Trading money for words is a lifelong dream. After allowing...

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Crazy

And unwilling to change

I get the feeling people feel I am nuts lately. I have always been emotional, but when you add in a crazy-busy schedule, the summer heat, too much stress caused by too many deadlines and too much homework and too many life-maintenance demands and the whole earth and economy and democracy being in peril and no one paying attention thing-- yeah, I’m probably taken for a little over zealous when I just won’t shut up about it all.

But I’m not going to stop, and here’s why:

Our economy is  in the tubes. Think the housing problem is bad, wait until people start bailing on their credit cards companies. Our environment needs our ardent support-- now!-- not more debate. We are  setting ourselves up for big trouble by failing to take decisive action. The 2008 election is crucial; the next president has a lot on their plate before election day even gets here (see the early part of this paragraph), not to mention the war, national security, health care problems and more. There is also the issue of the Supreme Court: already tilted to the right with two elderly liberal justices, the next president will choose their replacements, and that’s a huge decision since we’re stuck with their choices for life.

It’s not just the gloom and doom, though. That isn’t what motivates me, at all.  What motivates me is the belief that we are industrious and brilliant enough to conquer our problems-- we just need the information and, sometimes, a kick in the butt.

So, I keep researching, I keep talking, I keep hoping that I will talk to people who also care and that we’ll make an effort together-- and that our effort will make a difference.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul--

And sings the tune without the words,

An never stops-- at all.”

-- Emily Dickinson