It is too broad a sweep to discuss all women in politics in short form writing. I am however a woman in politics and it is particularly worth discussing how being a woman in politics affects my life, my choices, my family, and the decisions I ultimately make when I am sitting in board rooms and courthouses discussing decisions that will affect the future. I have always been political.
The day that America should realize that disability rights are civil rights has arrived. It is not too late for the disability community to band together and make their unified voice heard. The time has come for all Americans with disabilities and their families to demand that their rights be honored by our elected officials who are on the ballot this coming November.
There has been relatively little speculation this election year about what could possibly be the "October surprise." In a normal presidential election year, this is a fun subject to speculate about when the actual news from the campaign trail gets dull and repetitive. This year, of course, that hasn't exactly happened.
The suspense is growing in the 2016 presidential election, but while we don't know what will happen, one thing we do know is the date of decision. Elections almost always provide us with a concrete outcome. The milestones of our lives, however, such as our career dreams and aspirations, usually don't come with a prescribed date. For that reason, sometimes we allow career and life goals to remain on the horizon instead of becoming the markers of flow and progress in our lives.
In Ernie's mind, that magic lane, that yellow brick road, that rainbow, leads directly to the voting booth where in this land of Oz, we still have the right to vote for whom we really believe cares for the health of the country and not just for themselves. For Ernie, Hillary is the feisty girl named Dorothy. The rest, including Trump, is all humbug.