Prosperity--for me, for the country

Last night, as we moved toward the first day of Spring, a friend came over. All eight of us sat around the table together—the seven in our family plus our friend—while she performed a Prosperity spell for the household.

Now we wait. We don’t sit on our hands, but we also don’t get to obsess about being broke. Things will turn around. I'm not going to talk about it anymore.

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This morning, my mom and I got up VERY early, caught a bus down-town, and got to see and hear Barack Obama.

When I went to bed last night, I was still a Hillary supporter.

Today—well, I’m not so sure anymore…

There were as many people behind us as there were in front of us.


The Coliseum was unbelievably crowded...


Barack was preceeded by Bill Richardson, who had some very kind things to say and then gave his formal endorsement to Barack's campaign.


Barack was in constant motion and completely in tune with his audience.


I think it's not an overstatement to say that Portland truly does love Barack Obama.


The man is eloquent, smart, not the least bit condescending, but not supercilious either, fair, just, honest, and—let’s be real—he’s easy on the ojos!

I think it might be true what they say: once you go Barack, you’ll never go back.