Romance on Love Day

I love Valentine's Day. I always have. Even when I was single, I took myself out on dates: a movie double-feature with fancy coffee and decadent chocolate dessert in between was my favorite. I looked for a man sitting alone and asked if I could join him. It was in a bookstore, so I also brought along my recent purchase and read as I enjoyed my treat in the silent company of a man across the table. Why not? This year my wonderful husband drove to join me in South Carolina where I arrived two weeks early to get a jump on selling our lake house just to be with me on the "day of Love". Before arriving, he sent me an early valentine in the snow of our Rhode Island yard.

Last night, we went to the Columbia Museum of Art (CMA). We got in free with our (retired) Smithsonian Institution IDs, and saw the Monet to Matisse Impressionists exhibit in the afternoon. We also walked around the entire museum as this was our first visit. It's not nearly as big as the MFA in Boston, but had quite a lot of interesting exhibits anyway with pieces from Botticelli and Sargent included. It was impressive. But one of the most impressive was an exhibit on "healing" sponsored by the Lexington Medical Center. It included many select pieces from high school students in the Lexington County area. We were in awe of the talent of these young people and I became saddened to see their pain from the illness of a friend of relative depicted in paint, photography and multi-media projects. It was a very impressive display indeed. An entertaining exhibit in progress was one of women's fashions created out of everything: paper, old pieces of fabric, crayola crayons and painting supplies. It made me think of my young friend and God-daughter, Sophie. She was clearly ahead of her time in creating shoes and a dress for her sister to wear to prom out of duct tape years ago. She could have easily submitted one of her projects into this exhibit.

After our tour, we went to a family-run Italian restaurant a few blocks walking distance from the CMA: Villa Tronco. It was located in what is now a historic building, and was originally a fire house. The atmosphere was intimate and charming with lots of wood and small rooms. The dining room where we sat had a lovely little bar and terrazzo flooring, just like we have at the lake, except with red tiles. We laughed at this discovery. The rear main dining room's walls were of the original brick and was just lovely with very nice architectural features of trusses in the ceiling. Lastly, on the wall of our dining room was an award presented to the legend husband, Henry Martin, of the family's granddaughter for being the first 1,000 point scorer in USC basketball history. We had delicious, very fresh dinners of Veal Oscar and Chicken Saltimbucco; a bottle of Nero, and shared wonderful chocolate pudding with fresh strawberries and raspberries for dessert. It was a fabulous dinner that was healthfully cooked and not loaded with cheese or breading. My tomato sauce had fresh tomatoes and the pasta tasted homemade.

We returned to the CMA after dinner to attend the "CMA Chamber Music on Main" concert, featuring Artistic Director Edward Aaron on cello. Both of the other original performers for this performance cancelled because of a repetitive stress injury (violinist) and a career enhancing opportunity (pianist). So he was able to have his personal valentine, his wife, perform on piano and Tessa Lark play violin. All three performers hail from the northeast because he talked about the "Storm of 2013" causing problems with their driving to the Columbia concert. But, the concert was magical.

The first piece by Stravinsky was replaced by a Bach solo for violin to open the concert. This is where we saw how adept Ms. Lark is at performing her craft. Her technically perfect fingering was magnificent and her Tononi violin's sound was magical. It was so beautiful, I just closed my eyes and drank it in. Next we were treated to "Mozart-Adagio for Piano, Violin and Cello" by Arvo Pärt. This piece was filled with dramatic dissonances and silences. It was not my favorite piece, but its performance was really interesting.

My favorite piece came next: "Piano Trio in A-flat Major, Hob. XV:14" by F.J. Haydn. The harmonic dissonances and silences of this piece were melodic perfection. We enjoyed watching Mr. Aaron look to Ms. Lark for direction as clearly she was in charge of conducting the concert.  Lastly, we enjoyed a long piece, that was beautifully executed, but not my favorite: "Piano Trio in E-fat Major, D.929" by Franz Schubert. Mr Schubert, we were told, died at age thirty-one, and wrote this piece the year before he died. I was mesmerized to watch each performer become one with their instruments: fingers flew across strings and keys while arms flowed up and down with dramatic effect. It was an extremely difficult program, but absolutely beautifully executed. The acoustics in this hall were wonderful. All in all, it was a fabulous concert.

Lastly, we were treated by Ms. Lark to a bluegrass "ditty" from her home state of Kentucky called, "Bows and Strings" as her valentine to us. It was a rousing piece that had us all clapping and once again in awe of her talent. Her fingers flew impossibly over those strings as the "ditty" kept speeding up. It was fabulous!

We noticed that the audience was comprised of mostly people our age and older. We saw only a few young people. We thought that was interesting. The best treat for Larry, though, was running into one of his professors from the University of South Carolina. Each time we attend something in Columbia, he looks for people he may have known from his past, but never finds anyone. He was very happy to engage with one of his professors and get as caught up as forty years would allow. He was very sweet and looked like the epitomy of a college professor: rumpled, wearing a sweater and suspenders.

It was a very romantic date-night, and we both had a really great time. Happy (day after) "Love" Day to you all! I hope you enjoyed a little of your own romance, whether shared with a special someone, or with your Self. It's all about the Love after all.

Life of Pi 3D

It's been a long time since a movie made me laugh and cry. Pi did. This story is truly touching and fantastic. The cinematography is magical and beautiful. I felt sad and good at the end and loved watching the credits in 3D. This technology has come so far. I forgot after a while that I had on the glasses, and the entire movie felt up close and personal. It also helped that I was the only one in the theater for the 5pm show.

 Suraj Sharma as the teenage Pi was perfect in the role. His beautiful face lit up the screen, and his emotions truly moved me. This young man never acted before this movie. I hope he wins an award. He really deserves it.Irrfan Khan as the adult Pi was also wonderful. As he told his character's story, he moved me to tears. I normally love Gerard Depardieu, but he was despicable in this tiny role. The music was perfect.

There are lots of philosophical lessons in this movie. Pi grows up searching for God, and finds Him in his love for Richard Parker, an adult Bengal tiger. The tiger saved his life as Pi saved the tiger's life while stranded together with a zebra, a hyena and an orangutan on a lifeboat after a devastating ship wreck in which he lost his entire family. But, it is also about loss and survival. Pi listened to his father and uncle and learned their life lessons well. Those lessons helped him survive as well as the supplies in the lifeboat and its manual for staying alive at sea.

The movie did a wonderful job of portraying what it would be like to survive something like this: the terrible force of waves in a huge storm, looking into clear water, up from it, and reflections that prevent one from determining up from down. It is a beautiful movie that must be watched in 3D on a huge screen in the dark.

I am so happy I saw it. Go check it out for yourself. I think you'll be happy you did.

Les Mis

I must admit that I have successfully avoided viewing every performance of this production until now.With all the hype about the movie, I decided it was time I "did the deed" and watched it. I even owned a VHS copy of the version with Liam Neeson! I couldn't even get through half of that one. It is a most depressing story, and I think that is the reason I avoided it. That said, this production had some very impressive performances and aspects. But, it did drag in the middle. I got fatigued and forced myself not to nod off during these slow times, and tried not to focus on wishing we had gone to see The Hobbit instead.

The standouts for me were Anne Hathaway as the tortured Fantine, a single mother forced into prostitution to pay for her daughter's care by others. This woman can do anything! Anne's voice is the strongest of the entire movie. It is impeccable, and her talent is unmatched. I have watched her grow as an actress over the years, and then venture into song and dance, but this performance deserves an award. When she sold her hair and cried her song, "I dreamed a dream," I felt her torment in my very soul. She is a great crier.

Hugh Jackman as Jean Valjean was also excellent. I have heard his voice sound better, but his performance was very strong and powerfully portrayed. Another tortured soul on the run, he was ruthlessly hunted for decades by the infamous defender of the law, Javert, well played by Russell Crowe. I have seen critics say that Crowe's singing prowess leaves much to be desired, but I thought he did a very good job. He carried a tune well, hit every note, and sang powerfully. He just didn't have the warble in his vibrato that everyone else did. But, I was impressed to say the least.

The makeup in this movie was just incredible. The misery portrayed by les pauvres in this film was totally believable. They were filthy, lived in filth, and I could almost smell the stench. It was really disgusting. The sets were fabulous. I hope this movie wins kudos of awards for makeup and sets alone. It was truly impressive. They transformed Valjean from a young man to an old man, very believably, although I didn't totally buy how old his character was purported to be by the look of him. Jackman is handsome no matter how dirty he gets or how old they try to make him. He's a total hotty.

And who knew Amanda Seyfriend was such a high soprano! I loved the young Cosette, Fantine's daughter, played by Isabelle Allen. She was so talented, and what a voice! Amanda's performance as the grown Cosette was very sweet, as Amanda's roles often are. But, her voice is just exceptional. It truly shines in this performance like it never had occasion to do in Mama Mia.

But, the total standouts for me in this film were Helena Bonham Carter as Madame ThÉnardier and Sacha Baron Cohen as ThÉnardier. A worse couple of ne'er do wells I have never seen. They were just despicable! I loved them, and found myself routing for their horrible antics until the end when they were literally thrown out after being caught crashing Cosette's wedding to Marius, exceptionally played by Eddie Redmayne: another very strong voice.

The cast in this movie was wonderful. The acting was very moving, and everyone cried so believably. I felt all their pain and torment. The final "big finish" did also not disappoint. I just love big finish numbers in a musical. Speaking of watching musicals: they take getting used to the rhythm. I remembered this as I got tired of it and had trouble with actors singing every line of dialog, just about. But, I remembered this problem from watching the myriad of musicals in my youth. I just loved them, but they took a little while to get used to. So does this movie. In the end, I loved it. It was a bit long, but it moved me and I teared up in a couple of places. I hope it does well at the Golden Globes and the Oscars. "Hear, hear!"

Resolved...

Tunnel spider web on the hose.

I stopped making new New Year's resolutions. Instead, I have maintained the same one for several years: "I resolve to continue to be healthy and happy." This resolution is broad, I know, but remains apropos nonetheless. Yes, I want to lose another twenty pounds, and I also want to increase my activity level a bit, but those specifics put too much pressure on me. I prefer to remain general, yet resolute.

On New Year's Day morning, I walked to the glider on our dock in SC. It was a lovely, albeit gray morning with mild temperatures. I was dressed in my pajamas and wool shawl, which seemed to be enough warmth. The air was slightly crisp but humid with impending rain showers predicted. The water was like glass, and I could hear birds calling through the pines. The only disturbance was the intermittent gunshot from hunters in the distance. It was peaceful on the lake.

I breathed deeply, closed my eyes and prayed. Thanking God for all my blessings: my wonderful family, our dawgs, and our good health, along with the myriad of other blessings we enjoy and are extremely grateful for, I also asked for courage and guidance. I can't always find the courage to be who I Am, so I asked for it. I also asked for loving, patient, tolerant and wise words and thoughts to be given me before I take any and all actions. As a spiritual being, it is very important to me that I act, say and do as much as I can to assist the "Keepers of the Light" in this world. During the "dark times", rays of light are even more important to maintain for our human family. I ask to be guided as one of those, whose mission in this life is to keep Joy and Happiness alive.

When life causes us to be consumed by the various "lacks" we experience: lack of money or time, I ask for everything I need, so that I can help others to shift their focus to having fun and allowing more time for that. "Be like the little children..." I believe in the importance of keeping our "inner child" alive and well in every moment of every day until the end. Life will always present challenges, but remaining focused on innocence in adulthood remains the greatest challenge. Playing with childlike abandon is also of utmost importance in trying times. We must remember to not allow "dark forces" to consume us. Love always wins.

Happy New Year! Next time it snows, lay down and make a "snow angel". Next time it rains, walk through a puddle, not around it. Look fear in the eye and say, "Poo on you!" I "double dog" dare ya.

A Letter to our nephew, Evan, in SC from Flat Stanley

Dear Evan,
Thank you so much for sending me to visit Aunt Kathy and Uncle Larry in Rhode Island. I had such a great time. Their house is beautiful and it’s right on the beach! Their beach is rocky, not sandy like Myrtle Beach. I had fun with their two dogs, Jackson and Mattie Grace. I chased them around the yard, but once I tripped on the outdoor Christmas tree rope. I loved their light-up deer in the yard. The Christmas lights were so beautiful. We saw lots of festive Christmas lights, and I sat in a lot of Christmas trees. I felt like a Christmas angel!

First, we visited Newport. On the way, we stopped to see the sea marsh lands across from the Sakonnet River, which is the name of the part of the ocean that Aunt Kathy and Uncle Larry live on. It is in Narragansett Bay. Everywhere we go in Rhode Island means crossing bridges because it is surrounded by water.

“Newport was founded in 1639. The settlement soon grew to be the largest of the four original towns of Rhode Island. Many of the first colonists in Newport quickly became Baptists, and in 1640 the second Baptist congregation in Rhode Island was formed under the leadership of John Clarke.”  It was cold the day we visited, so I needed a warm coat. I learned that Newport was a popular port for pirates in the late 17th and 18th centuries. We didn’t see any though. I was a little disappointed. “During the Colonial period, Newport was also the center of the slave trade in New England. Beginning in the mid-nineteenth century, wealthy southern planters seeking to escape the heat began to build summer cottages on Bellevue Avenue.”  We went to see “The Breakers” built by the Vanderbilt family. I think you went there too, didn’t you? Isn’t it huge? We also stopped at Salve Regina University on the way to The Breakers. It was way too cold to walk on the famous “Cliff Walk”, and Hurricane Sandy destroyed a big part of it anyway. This is a mostly paved path along the shoreline with a view of back yards of all the mansions. I wish we could have walked it. Maybe next visit.

Next, we went to Fort Adams in Newport. It “was established on July 4, 1799 as a First System coastal fortification. Its first commander was Captain John Henry who was later instrumental in starting the War of 1812. When the United States gained independence in 1783, the seacoast defense fortifications were in poor condition. Concerned by the outbreak of war in Europe in 1793, the Congress created a combined unit of artillerymen and engineers in 1794, appointed a committee to study coastal defense needs, and appropriated money to construct a number of fortifications that would become known as the First System”  I climbed up on one of the cannons, but I slipped and fell into the turret. Uncle Larry had to find something in the car to pull me out. It was dark down there with trash and I thought I saw something move in the corner. I was so afraid, but he saved me.  I was wet and cold after that adventure, so we went into town and got a hot chocolate at the Starbucks on America’s Cup Avenue.

Newport is one of the sites of the big America’s Cup sailing race. The race came back to Newport in July. “The America’s Cup is a trophy awarded to the winner of the America's Cup match races between two sailing yachts. It is the oldest active trophy in international sport.”  There were sailboats on the ocean that we could see in a couple of different places along the way. I thought how fun it would be to learn to sail. I like the idea of the wind in my hair and the salt air on my face. I could be a sailor, right?

Uncle Larry let me share his hot chocolate with whipped cream and his “bear claw”. They were delicious! I also got to warm up next to the wood stove. I love New England. It’s so cozy.   We went across the street to look at the marina and a giant sculpture of dolphins playing. It was beautiful. After we warmed up a bit, we drove down Ocean Drive to see more damage Hurricane Sandy caused. Waves broke parts of the sea wall and the road. It flooded all the way across the street. Work is still going on to repair the damage. I thought about the power of water and what God made. It made me feel humble. I sat on the sandbags that still line the road.

Next we went to Bristol. Along the way we found a topiary museum that was closed, but Uncle Larry let me ride on the reindeer while Aunt Kathy took a picture. Then we walked down to the beach where we saw Prudence Island across the water and I collected a scallop shell. We drove by Roger Williams University on the way to Bristol. That’s where Cousin Chris went to school.

When we got to Bristol, we found out they were going to have their tree lighting ceremony, so we went to a restaurant for dinner and to watch the sunset. We met Liz, our waitress. She was very nice. Once it was dark, we wandered up to Main Street where the giant tree was and people were starting to gather. Someone was playing Christmas music on a loud speaker. Next kids from different schools in town played drums and xylophones with the high school chorus singing Christmas caroles. Soon, Mother and Father Christmas came to light up the giant tree, but not before beautiful dancers from a local school performed a number just like the Rockettes in New York City. We all clapped and laughed. It was so magical. Aunt Kathy noticed that the beautiful woman playing piano for the chorus was the same person who plays for her chorus. We went to St. Michael’s Episcopal Church on Main Street on the way to the ceremony because that is where Aunt Kathy’s first Celtic Christmas concert with her chorus was sung. She took pictures of me with the luminarias on the church steps. And, we found flyers for her concert in festively decorated store windows. We don’t see window designs like this in South Carolina. A nice policeman was standing with workers who decorated the town Christmas tree, and agreed to take his picture with me. I had such fun!

Uncle Larry had a date with his old boss, Dr. John Kohl, and a friend and colleague, Professor Bill Parkinson, for their annual Christmas lunch at Legal Sea Foods in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Uncle Larry took me along and I got to have lunch with famous scientists! Yes, they really are “rocket scientists”! Wow. I couldn’t understand a lot of what they talked about, but it was very interesting all the same.

Next, Uncle Larry took me to Fenway Park! You went there too, right? Along the way, he passed the Boston Symphony building. It was really beautiful. He told me about the concerts he attended there. He and Aunt Kathy saw an Irish music group called “The Chieftains” there a couple of times. The accoustics are supposed to be wonderful. I wish I could hear a concert there sometime. After we left Boston, Uncle Larry noticed a red pickup truck in front of us with a license plate that read, “Evan1” on it. He took a picture, but I don’t think you can see it very well. Last but not least, he took me to Gillette Stadium, home of the New England Patriots. It was a huge stadium and we saw it at sunset. It was great. Then, he took a picture of me in front the jerseys of Tom Brady, the famous quarterback, and Wes Welker, the wide receiver. It was very exciting.

Last Friday night, we all drove to Providence. It was a sad day because that day a young, mentally disturbed man shot and killed a lot of little children, his mother and himself at an elementary school in Connecticut. We were all very sad that day and saw that the American Flag was flying at half mast at the State House. Providence is the capital of Rhode Island. The building is beautiful, and a nice guard let us inside so I could see the decorated tree. Uncle Larry said he could have lost his job because he didn’t make us go through the metal detector. I thanked him very much for his kindness and wished him a Merry Christmas. Governor Lincoln Chafee got in a lot of “hot water” recently because last Christmas he insisted on calling the state tree a “Holiday Tree” instead of a “Christmas Tree”. He got in so much trouble, he didn’t do the usual tree lighting ceremony for television this year to avoid more protests, so he lit it in secret instead. Some other people put up their own Christmas Tree for the state. I think grownups are silly sometimes.

We drove around the city and visited Rhode Island School of Design and Brown University. Did you know that Brown’s mascot is a huge brown bear? And, I found it interesting that they had a solar-powered  trash compactor outside right on campus grounds! I never saw that before. Aunt Kathy and I sat under a very cool sculpture of dancing people. They looked like they were made from aluminum foil! If they were, that would be a lot of foil. There was a huge tower on the Brown campus with a motto that read, “Love As Strong As Death”. I thought it was very powerful, so I asked Aunt Kathy to take a picture of it.
Lastly, we parked our car in the biggest shopping mall I’ve ever seen, Providence Place, and ate supper at P.F. Chang’s Restaurant before we went to “Waterfire”. Aunt Kathy fed me some delicious sushi made of tuna with vegetables on a very crisp chip. I loved it. And, the waitress recognized me! I felt famous. There were giant Chinese statues in the restaurant, so I wanted to have my picture taken next to one. It was very cool.

“Waterfire”  is an arts project organized by a non-profit group for the City of Providence. The organizers light up over eighty braziers on the water that runs from Providence Place Mall, under several bridges along Waterplace Park to Memorial/South Main Street Park. The shores of the little river are lined with lit Christmas trees with colorfully lit boats shuttling revelers around all the fires. There is festive Christmas music playing on loud speakers, and we also saw gondoliers singing caroles under torch-holding people. It was very cool. One of the singers let me sing along! There was a place under one bridge where children painted tiles of peace and love that were cemented to the bridge walls and pillars. There were hundreds of tiles. They were really beautiful, and made me smile. People also sold their art work under this bridge and a nice woman gave me a signed metal ornament she made about the state Christmas Tree, which made fun of the governnor, but I’m bringing it home for you, Evan, just the same. It’s pretty nice, and she took a picture with me to show you. We also saw carolers dressed up in old Victorian clothes like they wore in England for that movie we like to watch, “A Christmas Carol”. Bah humbug! Not really. I sang with them too. I love singing. Did you know that?

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. At “Waterfire”, I sat on Santa’s lap! Instead of asking him for a present this Christmas, I thanked him for my gift of this trip to Rhode Island, and for all my blessings. I also thanked him for the good work he does for all the children. He liked that.
See you soon,

Your Friend, Flat Stanley                                                                                                                                                                      

Realizing A Dream

St. John The Baptist Church, Westport, MA

I can't sleep. Celtic Christmas music is playing in my head. Actually, I'm still singing it in my head. I just completed singing in a three-day concert series with the Greater Tiverton Community Chorus in the Celtic Christmas Concert. I sang a little two-measure duet in the beautiful Welsh lullaby, Suo-Gan. As our music director, Beth, explained, this song was highlighted in the movie, Empire of The Sun. Each time I walked to the microphone, my throat was dry. Swallow, just find saliva and swallow, I thought. It came on demand, and I hit that first note. Once I accomplished that, the rest came easy. It was a very small part, but the positive and reassuring feedback I received from so many people, friends and strangers alike, felt incredible.



The weekend began with a full rehearsal on Thursday night. I sang so hard I strained my voice. I couldn't help myself. The music was so beautiful, I just had to belt it out! The next day, I had to stop talking, make ginger root tea with honey, and nurse my dry, scratchy throat for the first performance. I reviewed notes of the songs I was having the most trouble with silently.

The first performance in Bristol at St. Michael's Church was magical. I had never sung in this church before, as this was my first Christmas concert with the chorus. My husband came to all three performances, but two of my sisters with their significant others and a few friends from the gym came Friday night.

Trainers at my gym asked if I knew Phil from the chorus. There are almost eighty people in the group, so I am just beginning to meet them. I did not know Phil. But, as fate would have it, as we rehearsed in St. Michael's two of the taller male members stood in front of me and had changed position, so I and a woman behind me could not see Beth, our music director. I asked them to swap places with me and the woman to my right, and low and behold, I ended up standing next to Phil. He and I laughed when I told him the story of our trainers asking if I knew him, and his trainer sat in the front row at St. Michael's, thereby seeing for himself that we had indeed finally met. The high I got after this performance from positive feedback I received about my singing was marvelous.

The next night in Westport, MA at St. John the Baptist Church, my sister, Jeanne, and friend, Barbara (also my daughter-in-law's mother) attended. I was so excited to see them enter the church. They arrived early enough to hear my duet rehearsal and clapped happily, giving me a "thumbs up".  When, at the end of the performance, Beth invited attendees to come on stage to sing the "Hallelujah Chorus", Jeanne made her way through the crowd and joined me on my riser to sing. I was so happy to have her beside me. What a wonderful moment.

The last performance in Tiverton at St. Theresa's Church, was as packed as the previous two. Beth told us attendance at all three concerts far exceeded the history of the chorus. We were all thrilled to have such big and lively audiences. Friends from work and neighbors attended this last performance, and I was especially happy to see Lois, our wheelchair-bound friend sitting behind her daughter, Debi. I so wanted Lois to come. She doesn't get out much anymore and I knew the music would lift her spirits. She told me it absolutely did.

After we said our goodbye's, Larry and I headed to a choral member's house on the way to ours for the first-ever "after" party. We ate dinner with Beth and her husband, Stewart, and in so doing, were able to get to know them both a little better. We talked with a few people at the party, and it was nice to feel like we were making more new friends. This experience has allowed us both to meet people in the neighborhood, and set our respective roots down just a little deeper in this small Rhode Island town. Feeling a part of this community makes me happy to finally be ending our "gypsy" lifestyle.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy New Year! Do something to make you happy this season, and take at least one baby step toward realizing whatever your dream is. Mine has always been singing. "Here I am!"

Slow and Steady Wins The Race

I have never been more proud to be an American. So many citizens stepped up and voted that we all have reason to be hopeful. The point is; they stepped up. They cast their vote, and they exercised their right to have a voice. If you didn't vote or didn't care enough to register to vote, I hope you change your mind over the next four years and get to your town or city clerk's office and register. So many people died in this country to give us all the right to vote. So many in the world still do not have that same right to speak out. They cannot have a discussion or an argument about how to make changes; to share ideas. Our shores continue to be flooded by immigrants seeking those rights: to free speech and to free expression, among others. I believe in those rights.

As citizens of the United States, we are blessed. But many of us take those blessings for granted. In his victory speech last night, President Obama said, " It doesn’t matter whether you’re black or white or Hispanic or Asian or Native American or young or old or rich or poor, able, disabled, gay or straight, you can make it here in America if you’re willing to try." If you are willing to try. Trying means doing the work, not just talking the talk. Actions always speak louder than words.

The President's speech was filled with inspiring words. Those who were inspired, and those who were not, must hold him and the rest of our government responsible for taking action. For too long our governmental leaders have remained gridlocked by talk. We need more action. We need cooperation and compromise. We need those leaders to represent US, not just continue to secure their jobs. Don't forget that our leaders do not just reside in Washington, D.C., they also reside in your city or town. Grassroots government is where it all begins. A lot happens in your city or town hall. If you are a property tax payer, you know what happens full well if you pay attention. At the local level, the squeaky wheel gets greased. At the federal level, those wheels are just larger. But, it's the wheels that make change happen, or make things stay the same. It's just a matter of who has the power and the louder squeak.

 Mr. Romney gave a gracious concession speech. I hope he will meet with the President and provide valuable advice on how to balance the road forward to a more prosperous America for us all. Our country requires balance, but maintaining balance is where the work lies. Massachusetts just elected its first woman senator. History continues to be made in this country, but there really is no free ride. Nothing free is truly free. There is a price to be paid for everything. It's just a matter of recognizing what that price is, and deciding if we are willing to pay it.

Rhode Island voters decided to go deeper into debt last night by passing a number of large bond issues. This state is living on the edge of financial collapse, and has the highest unemployment rate in the country. We heard time and time again in this election about getting our country out of debt; that we are drowning in debt. Yet, RI voters chose to go deeper down that hole. I don't understand that. I voted against all the bond issues because I believe the state's economy must be fixed before its debt is allowed to grow. As an individual, I got in trouble with debt three times in my life. In all three events, I was just able to skirt bankruptcy and find my way back to the "black". What will it take for our state and our country to take responsibility for reversing its financial direction deeper into the "red"?

Just like losing weight on Weight Watchers: big gains cannot be made over night. Slow and steady wins the race. I believe this country will move "forward". I do have "hope". Let's try to sustain some optimism and stop the fighting. Fighting wastes precious energy that is needed to fix what needs fixing.