Nuclear Families, Time To Move, And Less Of Everything

I started this letter on March 4 and just reopened it again. The original letter began:

“Yesterday was an election day. I woke up early to go stand in front of the elementary school with some other parents and wave signs that read Yes on Measure I (a local school funding initiative). Everyone was in high spirits. We were preaching to the choir, of course, and that’s the most fun kind of preaching. Parents honked and waved as they drove by and shouted ‘I voted!’ out of their passenger windows. I ran in this election too, for a small local office (Los Angeles Central Committee Delegate for Assembly District 43, for those keeping track) and lots of people shouted, ‘I voted for you, Summer! I told all my friends!’

“After the sign-waving, I went inside the school for an emergency PTA Executive Board meeting (not actually an emergency, they use that term pretty liberally) and more people told me they voted for me. A few people gave me hugs. Then I took Margaret to the YMCA so I could work out and everyone there had voted for me, too, and the YMCA was also a voting center so I watched people file in and out of the glass-walled cardio room and the two women that run the YMCA’s childcare room gushed over Margaret and how much she had grown even though they saw her last only a week ago.