Just south of Virginia Beach is the home of Camp Pendelton Military Reserve and then continuing south, all up and down North Carolina there are several military bases so I was prepared for a not-so-warm welcome. Plus I thought my sister might find some support back when I thought support might be necessary. I was happy with the lukewarm response in the military towns from the bush supporters, relieved

I must have lost my mind momentarily while planning this road trip with my ultra-conservative, right-wing, still bush-loving, fundamentalist sister – I actually invited her to accompany me to the womxxn’s rights march in D.C. and then travel through the outer banks of North Carolina then to Atlanta with me to visit my daughter. My thinly disguised motive

My apprehension traversing through Virginia Beach, knowing its reputation of wealth and whiteness, increased a million fold with the overwhelming presence of both u.s.ofa. flags and “god bless america” signs, not to mention the large pickup trucks zooming up and down Main Street with their back windows no longer clear but replaced with flags, if not huge flags somehow springing up from the bed of the truck. Houses and business not only have large flags looming over every

My 101 year old grandmother, still living in her own apartment in New York City with her entire sharp mind and even sharper mouth, insists on me taking her down the 5 flights of stairs (by the elevator which happened to be working that day…) out to the street so she can see my truck in person. My grandmother who has trouble seeing and hearing, points a gnarled shakey finger at the side of my truck that

I am only in Boston for two days now, staying again with chosen family – but I will return for a week or so after I go to New York City and before I go to the March For Womxxn’s Lives. I have two deliveries to make so I have to drive into Cambridge and downtown Boston – except for the crazy drivers, it’s like being in California – sooooo many yeas. People in my chosen family’s neighborhood come out to greet me and read the new info on the truck. Several call in to

I am only in Boston for two days now, staying again with chosen family – but I will return for a week or so after I go to New York City and before I go to the March For Womxxn’s Lives. I have two deliveries to make so I have to drive into Cambridge and downtown Boston. Except for the crazy drivers,

By the time I enter Massachusetts it feels like the height of a winter day and my beautiful truck is covered with a film of white powder – the words are still visible but very, very dirty. I pull into the first service plaza on the mass pike, not realizing that I was about to pass myself off as a Christian..

I decide to take one of my favorite detours and  head north and then east through stunningly beautiful upstate south and western New York, which appears to be predominately populated with Indigenous peoples, and where last time I came through, I had soooooo many positives and heard lots of news coverage of an anti-war march. This time I saw

Indiana the yeas to nays are 8 to 1 – and not one fuck you! But the amerikkkan flags are still sooooo outta control. They’re everywhere from license plates to back windows of pick-up trucks to mail boxes and billboards and random poles with flags as big as two story farm houses snapping in the Indiana sun. I pull into a toll booth where each booth has