Tag Archive | R. Hubbell

Puff Pastry

Feb1

Amy has been wanting to bake Kuign Amann for a couple of years, and I finally girded my loins and suggested we do it this weekend. I was daunted by the idea of making puff pastry. But the dough was super easy, and I mixed that last night, let it rise an hour in the house, then set it in the mudroom overnight to chill. It rose beautifully:

In my morning/her afternoon, we commenced the hard part. First we pounded eight ounces of cold butter. Mine came in two ounce blocks so I pounded each separately, then stacked them to pound the whole mass into a ‘rectangle’ roughly 6″x10″, which then went in the fridge; and in came the dough from the cold mudroom.

This got rolled to 12″x20″ and the chilled butter laid in the center. Then the folding began:

There followed several repetitions of rolling, folding, turning, and chilling, anticipation of which was part of what had daunted me. But my dough behaved so beautifully that it was a joy: I felt exhilarated each time the dough rolled out to the proper size with no butter ever escaping. After the first four fold&rolls, it was time to dump sugar over the whole thing:

… and then another fold and roll and more sugar. I was grateful to have a little self-propelled vacuum/mop underfoot the whole day.

We went off and on zoom several times, each ate lunch at an appropriate break, and came back for the final roll, cut, shape, and bake.

I was positively ecstatic to see gorgeous layers as I stuffed the pastries into the muffin tin. Doing something new, challenging, fun, and meaningful was the perfect antidote to the somber start of my day. Not only is there difficult personal suffering going on for several friends for which I’m feeling great compassion, but I listened to the very sane voice of R. Hubbell first in his morning newsletter and then in a weekly livestream. He discussed the insidiously unfolding coup that is gathering steam as the regime initiates full-on purges of government employees, deploys censorship and blackouts that will hamstring dozens of public agencies on which citizens’ health and security depend, and launches all-out attacks on LGBTQ+ Americans. For starters.

We didn’t talk much about the coup. It’s hard to face the truth of it. I’m grateful there are people who get paid to make sense of what’s happening in the government. But even I can see with the evidence of my own eyes and ears that this isn’t “politics as usual,” this is an attempt by a few white male billionaires and their minions to force the country into their vision of a totalitarian white male so-called Christian dystopia. Hubbell is very confident that they won’t succeed, because Americans won’t stand for it once they realize what the real-time effects are on their real lives; and I agree with him. Instead, we talked about pastry, family, friends, mindfulness, values, integrity, and making meaningful choices in even the simplest situations in this one precious day that will never come again.

We agreed that making Kuign Amann wasn’t all that hard after all, it just took time. The making was easy and fun: the baking was another story for me. Hers turned out perfectly. More than six thousand feet higher than her oven, my oven didn’t turn out the best pastries. I could hear Paul Hollywood’s voice in my head saying as he turned one over, “You’ve lost the layers, aven’t you?” and Prue saying “It’s a bit stodgy,” and then both of them muttering “Soggy bottom…” Next time, I’ll use a little less butter, a lot less sugar, and bake at a higher temperature. Or maybe I’ll research “high altitude puff pastry adaptations.” I did use 25 percent less yeast in the dough, but didn’t look beyond that. Having learned from experience and accepted the result, next time I’ll do the right thing. We can all do that: learn from experience, accept the situation, and then do the next right thing.

My Little Town

Dec7
Sometimes a cheese sandwich is just a cheese sandwich.

Even though it’s no more ‘my’ town than this ‘identity’ I refer to as ‘I,’ I think of it as my little town. It’s the closest to me, just a few miles away, and has almost anything anyone could need in a town: a couple of restaurants, a post office, and a general store, among other amenities. And just a few miles beyond, the last gas for 80 miles south.

I needed to vacuum the residue of another pack rat nest out of the air duct system hidden beyond the glove box. I’m grateful I learned how to replace the cabin air filter years ago, so I can change it whenever mice nest in the hollows or in this case a pack rat fills the duct with leaves and twigs. I’d already pulled most of them out by hand, so I drove up to town this morning to use the car wash vacuum, still only a dollar in quarters thirty years on from the first time I used it.

It was a morning filled with brief and cheerful interactions, once I survived the pickup with trailer speeding down the middle of the narrow winding road out of the canyon. Other drivers, and there were a surprising number of them, smiled and waved as we passed each other.

A woman pulled up at the other vacuum right after me, with a Wren-sized longhaired dog between the front seats. I’d left Wren at home because of how she responds to the house vacuum. I was amazed at the calm of this dog as her person reached in with the noisy hose, and after we were both finished I said I was impressed. We chatted a minute with smiles and she said “glad to meet another dog lover!” A man in the wash bay smiled and asked, “Did you git ‘er done?”

At the post office, Patrice was more helpful than she needed to be, and at the general store a nice young lady led me to mouse traps and read the fine print for me on a balsam fir mouse repellent. It only occurred to me as I was driving home that maybe these people were extra nice because I was using a cane. Or maybe it was simply because I was pleasant and smiling at them, too.

View from the post office of the long trek to the general store…

I was especially grateful for the choice I made to walk from the PO to the store —a whopping fifty yards— a distance I have driven for many years simply to minimize steps because walking hurt so much; and it was on the way home. I looked from the PO uphill to the store and thought, hey, I can walk that now! What a simple joy it was to stroll that short distance on smooth pavement, and carry my small purchases back down the hill to the car, on a sunny, mild day in my bustling little town.

…and the view back down the hill to my little blue car.
Two nights ago I played with some more night shots, and this was the best of the new moon with Venus over the trees. Nothing to write home about. But fun to try to capture! I was inspired to try by Robert Hubbell’s daily dose of perspective that morning, of the moon the night before (below): Knowing I could not come remotely close. I am sure grateful for living with dark sky.
Just for fun, since WordPress gives the option when you add a photo, I chose the option to let AI generate an image. I specified “new moon with Venus over tree.” AI at least did not do as well as I did! It’s second attempt with the same instruction was a glorious full moon. Give me iPhone or Hubbell any night.

Perspective

Nov23
Wren enjoys an eagle-eye perspective of the canyon.

Little Wren has been so patient, for so many months. She hasn’t enjoyed a proper long walk for at least three months, and barely any for many moons before that. I’m grateful to Ellie for accompanying me to the canyon rim yesterday for the first time since before surgery. Winter weather is coming again next week, and who knows what will happen after that; I certainly don’t. So I wanted to be sure and visit our little canyon before deep snows might limit our walks. Our jaunt yesterday went so well that Wren and I went back alone this afternoon. I felt so strong that we did the medium loop, but on our way back south along the rim I kind of wished I hadn’t been so ambitious. No matter. I rested. She ran around. We made it home safely just after sunset.

Our sun just one of multitudes…

I’ve been playing around with my new phone after dark, keeping things in perspective, ever since Dawn shared a photo she got with her iPhone of the Aurora Borealis some weeks ago. I missed that event, but the stars the past few nights have been incredible. Orion has always been my favorite constellation, maybe because I learned it first at a very young age, so I have been trying to capture him and his faithful dogstar Sirius. the past couple of nights Sirius wasn’t up yet when I played, but Orion was (above: near center, below: lower half), and the Pleiades (below: top center).

Looking at the stars and remembering my place, our place, in the cosmos, has long been a comfort to me. Knowing that some of the ‘stars’ are actually multiples of stars, or nebulae, or galaxies filled with multitudes more stars, helps me keep things in perspective. On the one hand, my little life is utterly insignificant, and even this whole planet is no big deal in the universe. On the other hand, as far as we know, for certain, Life is only on Earth. We don’t know that there aren’t other planets alive with biodiversity; we simply don’t know that there are. We could be on track as a single species to eradicate ourselves and decimate the miracle of life on earth, and in so doing, destroy most of the life in the entire universe. Who knows? So, looking up into the vast space of night helps me remember to savor all life, as well as my own life, but also not to take myself too seriously.

I’m grateful there are people in my orbit with far better cameras than mine who know far more about the universe, and sometimes share their pictures with us, including R. Hubbell, who has taken to offering a Daily Dose of Perspective in his newsletter on Substack. His image above is a gazillion times zoomed in on the middle ‘star’ in Orion’s sword; the one in my photos that looks a little bigger and more blurred than the rest of Orion’s stars. Now that’s perspective! And perspective can help those of us fortunate enough to have the luxury of it, to navigate the next couple of years in this country. Death is certain, time of death uncertain. Breathe. Love who and what you love. Help wherever you can, however you can. Savor each precious day you wake up alive. Practice gratitude.

Another great perspective provider is living with a cat. Dear Topaz, sitting sweetly on my lap one minute, slicing my hand with her claw the next. In ancient Egypt cats were worshipped as gods — and cats have never forgotten this.

Indivisible

Dec6

I’m grateful for Indivisible: the national grassroots organization that arose from the righteous anger of former Congressional aides after the 2016 presidential election put our country in the hands of the least patriotic, most corrupt, cruelest, and stupidest person in 228 years of presidents. I’m grateful for grassroots activists across the country for crawling, scrambling, and bursting out of the woodwork since that cataclysmic election.

I’m grateful to Ellie for catalyzing our local Indivisible chapter in the valley in February of 2017, and for the years of sanity and community that it has provided for me and dozens of others; and for the loads of fun we’ve managed to share in parades, potlucks, and community festivals. I’m grateful for the ongoing monthly zoom gatherings with our die-hard defenders of liberty and democracy, and for each of their efforts to influence elections in the direction of human rights, dignity, basic freedoms, and compassion. I’m grateful to be welcomed back with open arms after taking a year’s sabbatical, and for the meaningful work of facilitating and recapping some of the meetings.

Because our mission and our message is so important, I’m taking this opportunity to share yesterday’s meeting recap with everyone who reads Morning Rounds. Everything below is relevant to every American. Please step up if you already haven’t, and get involved in whatever way you are able, to protect our “Freedom to vote, freedom to love who you want, freedom to start a family when or if you want, freedom to be safe from gun violence, freedom to read what you want…” (to quote R. Hubbell) “…these are things everyone understands, and no one wants to lose.”

AMPLIFY OUR IMPACT: This became the theme of the meeting. Our overall motivation was reiterated in various ways throughout the meeting: Prevent a second Trump term. If you’re not already, GET INVOLVED. The stakes are simply too high to leave it to chance, or leave it to other voters. 

Some ways we can increase our influence among friends and family are suggesting links like those included here, sharing articles, books, and ways to donate or take direct action.

Jessica Craven’s daily newsletter provides easy, quick actions for every day, and a good news recap each weekend of things that are going right in the world legislatively, politically, and otherwise. 

Robert Hubbell’s daily newsletter offers a sane and hopeful perspective on each day’s news, as well as shout outs to grassroots action groups and numerous opportunities for reader engagement. 

How many of us used to rely on Dan Rather to be the voice of reason bringing us world events? I did. He has a weekly to occasional newsletter called Steady that can help inspire and ground us.

For ongoing inspiration and action opportunities, we can always turn to national and state Indivisible websites and email subscriptions. We at CAI don’t have time to reinvent the wheel. Here’s the national Indivisible link, and here is Colorado Indivisible. 

Please check out these links, and consider subscribing to some of the newsletters, and sharing them widely.

Several articles were discussed that we invite everyone to read. 

In The Atlantic, 24 journalists on what a second Trump term would actually look like, a series of articles some of which may be free if you start at this link.

In The Washington Post, a profile in courage of the rape victim behind the abortion ad that helped Gov. Andy Beshear win reelection in Kentucky this fall. A moving and important story about women and girls’ rights, and the power of one person’s voice to amplify the voices of thousands. This link is free to all, no paywall.

In The New York Times, an in-depth story about local Silverton, CO, a town bitterly divided by politics at the beginning of the pandemic, and now well on its way to healing the rift. How did they do it? Also free to all, no paywall.

Finally, we all remember (don’t we?) how media coverage of Trump’s circus in 2016 propelled him to victory. The same thing is in danger of happening again, if we don’t make our voices heard to the mainstream media. The narrative of the polls that “Biden is too old” and “Trump is pulling ahead” in a contest that is NOT your average horse race is destructive and directly threatens our freedoms. The press must be held accountable while they still have a chance. A second Trump term will attempt to strip first amendment rights from the very media who refuse to take the potential seriously.

Hubbell wrote yesterday that “If the media narrative shifts, we should amplify it in every way we can. We have suffered through a year of bad press and survived. Let’s take advantage of this opportunity—and urge media outlets to continue their narrative by praising articles that highlight the threat posed by Trump–without telling us that all is lost.” 

Please watch the media and read articles that are starting to shed the ‘infotainment’ angle of presidential campaign coverage to tell it like it is. Then send letters to the source praising them for finally getting on the right track with their journalism after leading us so treacherously down a similar muddied path as that which led to the first Trumptastrophe. And spread the news!

GRATITUDE: Ana sends thanks to everyone who has contributed to the States Project giving circle. They’ve raised $1200 of the $4000 goal, mostly through donations from CAI individuals. We can amplify the impact of this giving circle by talking about it with friends who wish they could do something, and sharing it widely with friends and family through our emails and social media. Here’s the link:

pastedGraphic.pngA Matter of States | The States Project Learn more about A Matter of States such as its mission, community impact, and how you can join or make a one-time online donation. www.grapevine.org

Thank you. Wishing you all peace and contentment in this holiday season. May you remember to notice and celebrate joy and ease in your own life wherever and whenever you find it.

The photos don’t really require captions at this point, they’re largely here to break up the text. However, I am grateful for the delicious eggnog made special for the Bibliofillies with Bob’s Secret Recipe, and delivered cheerfully around the neighborhood today so we could all enjoy our covid-safe holiday book club zoom with our pre-pandemic traditions of eggnog and a book exchange. I’m grateful for how the fillies enlarge and enrich my world.

Enough to Eat

Aug30

I’m grateful for leftovers: veggie enchilada with shredded romaine and fresh garden tomato for lunch today, the last of the cauliflower soup tonight. I’m grateful that I have enough to eat, and a roof over my head, and good friends around the valley and around the country, and everything I need to bake cupcakes tomorrow.

I’m grateful that Hurricane Idalia wasn’t quite as catastrophic as she could have been in terms of human fatalities; though she’ll result in plenty of long-term suffering for millions of Americans along her ongoing path. Supporting my plea argument yesterday, R. Hubbell wrote in Today’s Edition:

         “The effects of human-caused climate change are manifesting themselves everywhere—as should be expected given the interdependence of the Earth’s atmosphere, oceans, land masses, and ecosystems. We can feel overwhelmed if we simply catalog the many ways in which climate change manifests itself. We cannot give in to helplessness. It is never too late to make changes that will benefit current and future generations. The most important thing we can do is to elect leaders who will prioritize the reduction of reliance on fossil fuels…. It is time for all Americans to put climate change at the top of their issues list when deciding how they will cast their vote. Remember that at the GOP debate last week, Vivek Ramaswamy declared that ‘Climate change is a hoax.’ The only hoax is politicians who refuse to address a problem that is an economic and national security emergency affecting the lives of every American.”

Robert Hubbell, Todays Edition, August 30, 2023
I’m grateful for a quiet, uneventful evening walk among the late summer light and the altocumulus sky.

A Mug Shot

Aug25

I’m grateful for a cool, cloudy, drizzly day; grateful for a mug shot finally though I can’t bear to look at it again; grateful for a wonderful class this afternoon; and grateful for another great cheese sandwich today! I spent some intervals outside basking in humidity with a curly mop of hair to show for it when I came in to teach Session #7, Mindfulness in Relationships and Cultivating an Open Heart. Focusing on the Four Immeasurable Attitudes of Equanimity, Loving-Kindness, Compassion, and Empathetic Joy helped me forget, for awhile, the distressing yet somehow gratifying image in the headlines this morning. Turning my attention to what is deeply good in me and in most of humanity helps me withstand the sensory and emotional assault of the coming election year.

As Robert Hubbell says, “You can affect the outcome of the election but can’t affect the outcome of the trials. By letting go of worry over external events you cannot control, you will be more effective (and calmer) in helping Democrats win in 2024.” He also references the mug shot in Today’s Edition: “Against the deeply unsettling MAGA mugshot, Democrats will feature the kindly face of Joe Biden as he reaches to pet a rescue dog or hug a survivor of the Hawaii wildfires. Joe Biden may be older than some would like, but his face exhibits kindness and wisdom. We should not underestimate visceral reactions to human decency—or lack thereof—in our leaders.”

Yup, I put cheese and tomato on the broccoli-cheese-olive bread, and it was gourmet delicious.
I’ve stayed away from the pond for awhile because it’s the one part of the yarden that still reminds me how much there is undone that I need to do… I’m exhausted just looking at it: It’s so overgrown with the cute curly rush that I planted in a few pots around the edge years ago that there’s almost no room for the lilies. But I was grateful to see one blooming, despite the invasive rushes and the mint, and Wren was intrigued with some bubbles from underneath.

Satire

Dec24
Amy and I opened our Christmas boxes to each other after our zoom happy hour this evening. A RuPaul children’s book?! Come ON! I can’t wait to read myself a bedtime story tonight. It’s one in a series called “Little People, Big Dreams,” diverse biographies for children. Beautiful!

I watched the new Netflix film “Don’t Look Up” this evening, knowing nothing about it. I laughed, I cried. It reminded me of “Melancholia,” except that almost everything about it was different. It’s truly comedic and also a scathing indictment of our human capacity for ignorance and denial. Imagine the US president (Meryl Streep) in a ball cap leading her followers in chanting “Don’t Look Up! Don’t Look Up!” The cadence of that phrase has a familiar ring… To say anything more would be a spoiler, but I’ll add only that it has a delightful ending: don’t turn it off early. I’m grateful for skillful satire.

Speaking of the cosmos, R. Hubbell included a link in Today’s Edition to an excerpt from Carl Sagan’s book Pale Blue Dot, which is worth a second read, or a first if you haven’t ever. And a third, fourth, and so on. Hubbell suggests it “is an appropriate reflection on our place in the universe and deserves to be read out loud at family gatherings as we close the chapter on a challenging year.”

Merry Christmas!

Compassionate Presence

Jan8
Grateful every day for living here.

Yesterday was challenging for me, as I know it was for many people. The domestic terror attack on the US Capitol shook up a lot of Americans, even some who had been sleeping as the groundwork for it was laid by the president and his enablers. But it wasn’t the event itself, or even the government’s and media’s whitewashing of the egregious double-standard of law enforcement response when compared to crackdowns on Black Lives Matter peaceful demonstrations across the country last year. It was one word that undid me: Proud.

Like many meditators these days, I participate in a virtual meditation group, or sangha, that meets over the phone every weekday morning. I’m grateful for those who were there with me in the beginning more than four years ago, and for those who have joined since, grateful for our commitment to balancing our own minds, and trying to bring balance into the world with our daily practices of stability, kindness, and insight. Our teacher brings great skills to leading us in contemplation day after day, and has a remarkable capacity to respond to the needs of the group in the moment. Some mornings we do checkins, some mornings we jump straight into meditation. Some days checkins can be lengthy, and some mornings we do the ‘two-word checkin’, which is what she asked for yesterday, in light of events in DC.

Those two words yesterday morning from a dozen people included longing for safety, numb, hopeful, upset, startled, grateful, disappointed, anger, disbelief, and proud. The last word was spoken by the only Trump supporter in the group. I spent the whole meditation trying to figure out a positive interpretation of that word, and I couldn’t do it. I was gobsmacked by the idea that anyone could be proud of what transpired at the Capitol yesterday. I spent the rest of the day turning it over and over in my mind and heart, discussing it with a few friends: maybe she was proud of the Capitol police for not escalating the violence? maybe she was proud of… what? else? could she possibly have meant?

I exercised mindfulness skills in directing my attention elsewhere, but I still couldn’t shake the icky feeling that someone I know was proud of the white nationalist terrorists who attacked, looted, and contaminated the Capitol in an effort to subvert constitutional order.

I walked the dogs to the top of the driveway, where our neighbor has hung a Trump flag, and on the way back it struck me, Maybe he is also proud of the white nationalist assault on our nation’s capital… This sinking feeling was amplified this morning when I read that 45% of republicans approve of this terrorist act; but yesterday, I continued to try to redirect my attention, looking for gratitude, making Pad Thai for lunch, digging under snow to find a few feeble tips of green onion, which tasted extra sweet.

… and baking focaccia crackers for the first time. I’m grateful for the magic of YEAST! I’m grateful for fresh rosemary growing in a pot in the sunroom. I’m grateful there are recipes for anything and everything online.

As more clarity comes from the professionals who are unpacking what actually happened at the Capitol Wednesday, I’m grateful for the alert congressional staffers who whisked the certified electoral college votes to safety, precluding even more chaos if they had been burned or stolen by the Republican terrorists. I am now not so grateful to the Capitol police, some or many of whom appear to have abetted the attackers; though I’m still grateful that there were undoubtedly some or many who tried to do their job well in a terrible situation. I’m grateful to R. Hubbell for calling out the truth with this cogent assessment:

The relevant differences are that those who attacked the Capitol are
         White.         Republicans.         Future voters for Cruz, Hawley, Cotton, Rubio, et al.
         … The media are normalizing terrorism by refusing to call it by name.

He goes on to call out the Department of Justice, the ‘Problem Solvers’ Caucus, congressional Republicans, and others, for the same thing, normalizing white supremacist terrorism by refusing to call it by name, when ‘terrorist’ is routinely applied to people of color in more benign protests.

Yesterday, our meditation teacher responded to our two-word checkins with a meditation called “Seeing Truth Clearly.” Cynthia Wilcox rose to the occasion in a way that I can only aspire to at this point in my mindfulness studies. I’m inexpressibly grateful to have reconnected with this high school classmate, ten years ago around our common interest in Buddhism, through the (qualified) magic of Facebook. Grateful for her wisdom and generosity of spirit, for how she can hold the same confusion I have with far more compassionate presence, which incidentally was the meditation she brought to us today. I invite you to set aside about 25 minutes sometime, settle comfortably into a quiet place where you won’t be disturbed, and follow one of these meditations. Maybe both. Make some time for mental health the same way you do for physical health, and cultivate balance, clarity, understanding, and compassion for yourself and all beings.

Seeing Truth Clearly
Compassionate Presence

“Today’s Edition” Saved My Sanity

Dec22
Grateful for gorgeous sunset view on Solstice, and for my bonsai California Redwood, and for Cynthia who brought it to me as a rooted twig over a decade ago, and for cheap colored LED fairy lights to brighten even the darkest night.

Grateful for Robert Hubbell, a wise, compassionate attorney in LA whom I’d have never known if not for Sarah Juniper forwarding me a copy of his newsletter last year. He started writing what is already a historical record of the White House’s descent into madness on the day after the 2016 election, as “a way of providing support and hope for my three daughters and close friends who were shocked and anxious…”

This evening R. Hubbell hosted a holiday zoom party for a thousand of his closest readers. What began as a small circle had widened by the time I jumped on to around 5,000 readers, and continues to grow exponentially, as other readers like me share it with friends and family who are suffering under the constant stress and trauma of the current regime’s assault on our planet and democracy.

Raising a glass with a thousand of his closest friends and his Managing Editor, toasting the activism of his readers.

Each year Hubbell hosts a holiday party for readers, and this year he hosted the party on Zoom. Ellie and I got our RSVPs in early enough to join the party, and were beside ourselves with excitement to meet this man who has brought so much calm and optimism to our lives during this absurdly fraught election. Each evening Hubbell thoroughly parses the day’s news, synthesizing many sources from journalistic mainstays and obscure trade journals, and we wake to a sane, reassuring recap that calms nerves and inspires action. I have no doubt that his dedicated effort to inform Americans over the past four years contributed as much as many other grassroots organizations to the hopeful outcome of this last election. Much remains to be done, as he reminds us often, and he’s committed to continuing the newsletter going forward. He now has a dedicated readership of more than 17,000.

He analyzes and critiques a wide range of government players, and shares quotes from and links to many of his resources, such as this from yesterday’s newsletter: “Why we need a Commission on Democracy, and what it could do.” He writes with a level perspective and a compelling blend of clarity, urgency, tenderness and irony, often making me laugh out loud. He also gives praise where praise is due. Here’s an excerpt from Today’s Edition (No. 1,052) “Out damned spot!”

“A reader sent a link to an article about a former member of the Department of Justice, Erica Newland. See NYTimes, “I’m Haunted by What I Did as a Lawyer in the Trump Justice Department.” Ms. Newland’s op-ed is worth reading in its entirety; the excerpt below does not do justice to her thoughtful discussion. But the following paragraph struck a chord with me:   No matter our intentions, we were complicit. We collectively perpetuated an anti-democratic leader by conforming to his assault on reality…. No matter how much any one of us pushed back from within, we did so as members of a professional class of government lawyers who enabled an assault on our democracy — an assault that nearly ended it.   ….Ms. Newland quit the DOJ early in Trump’s tenure. She acknowledges that some of those who remained behind resisted Trump; indeed, they revolted when Bill Barr ordered them to look for election fraud immediately after November 3, 2020. ….As we reckon the damage of Trump’s presidency, we must consider how we can ensure that the “professional class of government lawyers” have a firmer grasp of—and deeper loyalty to—the rule of law. Law schools, bar associations, and professional organizations must play a role. If lawyers who enabled Trump leave government and are welcomed with open arms by law schools, bar associations, and professional organizations, we will have learned nothing. I applaud Ms. Newland for having the self-awareness to recognize her complicated legacy in the Trump administration. Others should be held to the same standard of accountability to which Ms. Newland holds herself.”

So Robert Hubbell’s Today’s Edition is where I begin gratitude practice today, followed by Neighbor Mary’s holiday tradition of sharing Potica, a nut-roll cake that makes my mouth water just thinking about it.

Neighbor Fred’s family recipe for Potica (pronounced poteetza)