The world feels so polarized lately.  I hate that.  In my heart I’m a fence-sitter. I like talking to people who disagree with me. I like learning from people who see the world differently.  But things *do* feel very divided the last few years.  And I *do* have strong thoughts and feelings.  Sometimes I have to voice them.

I highly suggest you check out the amazing blog Julianna Baggott has started, in response to Mitt’s comments about the 47%.  I’ve made a contribution there, of which I’m proud.

When I think about it, I see that there is a record stretching back in time. An archive, a paper trail, of how little I’ve earned over the years. It wasn’t until I was 28 years old that I finally rose above the poverty line and cleared enough to truly pay my share.  I’m not proud of this fact, exactly, but I’m not ashamed either.  Because I contributed in a lot of ways, and I always worked. I worked hard.

The thing is— for all those years I was growing, becoming the adult I am now, who does pay a lot each year, and is delighted to do so.  Tax me more!  Tax me harder! Give me better schools and social programs, so that kids today can do as I did, have a chance to grow and learn and become grateful adults who appreciate the gifts they’ve been given, and in return give back.

But here is what I want to know:  When does a child become an adult, and part of your 47%?



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