Nov

I think I was the beneficiary of discrimination today. Not because I’m female or even because I was wearing an awesome shade of pink today but rather because of my name.

I arrived at the elementary school ready to vote, and excited about getting my sticker. I marched into the cafeteria and saw . . . the line. But it wasn’t my line. It was the L-M line. I was glad that my last name begins with J because I had no line at all.