|Daughter Julie (second from left) with Sen-elect Elizabeth Warren|
I've admired Warren, a Harvard law professor, since I saw her on PBS explaining how banks fleeced Americans, often those who could least afford to lose money, with outrageous loan terms, deceptive credit card offers, manipulating the timing of checks to maximize NSF fees. Warren's sincerity, her advocacy for working families, her ability to explain complex financial transactions while Wall Street bankers wallowed in obfuscation, simply awed me. And the icing on the cake --Warren was a true feminist.
When I heard Warren was running for Senator, I raised my fist in support. Shortly afterward, Margie, a fine woman at my condominium passed away. In her obituary, her children asked that instead of flowers, friends donate to Warren's campaign. I did--gladly--and wrote a note to them that I would be thinking of their mother when Warren's victory was announced on election night.
From then until November 6, I didn't hear much from Julie, busy as she was on the campaign, although she did slow down long enough to send me lovely flowers and scrumptious candy for my birthday in October.
Julie will be driving to Portland soon. I can't wait to see her and tell her how proud of her. And while I want to hear more about the campaign, I know she'll be tired, and for campaign workers, talking about campaign is like describing a movie plot, hard to do and tedious. A lot happens and things change quickly.
I consider myself a most fortunate woman.
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