Today is the first day of Autumn. It's my favorite time of year: my birthday, my favorite colors, the excitement of school beginning, a little nip in the air after the relentless heat of summer. Apples. Chestnuts. Persimmons.
And, alas, election season.
In this month's Red Diaper Dharma column "Political Fire," I tentatively stretch my hand back into the flame, remembering what it's like to get burned:
"My daughter turns sixteen this month. Not such a sweet sixteen, a birthday plagued by the presidential election. I ask her what she thinks of the conflagration: red state vs. blue state, culture wars and fear. She fixes me with the Teenage Fisheye: 'You're the one who hates this. I like talking politics.'"
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