Susan Meador
@lunarsue.bsky.social
69 yo life long activist, grandmother, County Democratic Party Executive Committee Person, small business owner, loud mouthed liberal (that’s what the little white boys call me!)
I never imagined we would return to their fight
The heat in our hearts will fuel our rise
The arc of sadness will turn toward what is right
And the kitchen table women will survive
And yet we persist
We are not going back
The heat in our hearts will fuel our rise
The arc of sadness will turn toward what is right
And the kitchen table women will survive
And yet we persist
We are not going back
January 23, 2025 at 7:26 PM
I never imagined we would return to their fight
The heat in our hearts will fuel our rise
The arc of sadness will turn toward what is right
And the kitchen table women will survive
And yet we persist
We are not going back
The heat in our hearts will fuel our rise
The arc of sadness will turn toward what is right
And the kitchen table women will survive
And yet we persist
We are not going back
Our divine feminine ancestral coven
Concocted a kitchen table plan, cauldron simmering on the stove
Cooking and crying as the biscuits baked in the oven
Planning their liberation out of the shadows
Concocted a kitchen table plan, cauldron simmering on the stove
Cooking and crying as the biscuits baked in the oven
Planning their liberation out of the shadows
January 23, 2025 at 7:26 PM
Our divine feminine ancestral coven
Concocted a kitchen table plan, cauldron simmering on the stove
Cooking and crying as the biscuits baked in the oven
Planning their liberation out of the shadows
Concocted a kitchen table plan, cauldron simmering on the stove
Cooking and crying as the biscuits baked in the oven
Planning their liberation out of the shadows
The kitchen is my refuge
Music is my saving grace
Tears flow in a deluge
The last supper wipes my tears away
There is a madman at the helm
Surrounded by his oligarchs
The long view of sadness overwhelms
Fear is baked into my heart
Music is my saving grace
Tears flow in a deluge
The last supper wipes my tears away
There is a madman at the helm
Surrounded by his oligarchs
The long view of sadness overwhelms
Fear is baked into my heart
January 23, 2025 at 7:26 PM
The kitchen is my refuge
Music is my saving grace
Tears flow in a deluge
The last supper wipes my tears away
There is a madman at the helm
Surrounded by his oligarchs
The long view of sadness overwhelms
Fear is baked into my heart
Music is my saving grace
Tears flow in a deluge
The last supper wipes my tears away
There is a madman at the helm
Surrounded by his oligarchs
The long view of sadness overwhelms
Fear is baked into my heart
Read Megan’s memoir in 3 sittings. Such admiration for her vulnerability and courage in telling her truth.
November 15, 2024 at 2:15 AM
Read Megan’s memoir in 3 sittings. Such admiration for her vulnerability and courage in telling her truth.
We all are. And it’s not a good fuck.
November 13, 2024 at 9:29 PM
We all are. And it’s not a good fuck.
I started reading it this morning. And, yes, she would have been a great Congress member
November 13, 2024 at 4:40 PM
I started reading it this morning. And, yes, she would have been a great Congress member