< transition >

The word “transition” comes from Latin, meaning “a going across.” This word applies quite literally to my family, as my husband’s work has unexpectedly brought us from coastal Massachusetts — where I’ve just poured myself into a heartfelt campaign for state representative — to the Colorado foothills, where (weirdly, and in some ways, delightfully) nobody knows us from Adam.

My family is knee-deep, in both an emotional and to-do-list-ey way (pediatricians, Judo teachers, veterinarians, finding the taco shells in the grocery store), in our transition; on a much larger scale, though, we are all feeling disoriented by the enormous shifts in our society. We’re en route between what was and what will be, and seeking a vision for society that feels both comforting and ideal.

As I shift, rather dramatically, from “deeply involved in the community” to “Why has it taken me 20 minutes and six U-turns to find the entrance to this shopping center?”, the freshness and absence of context have provided new opportunities to explore the questions underneath the questions that defined my campaign, and my activist work in general, over the last few tumultuous years.

That’s what I’ll be trying to do here, and I hope you’ll join me.