No Words

No Words

Last Sunday I knocked on a door and the person who answered was not the older woman my canvassing app told me it was going to be. I assumed this was her son, just home from church. Big guy wearing suit pants and a white T-shirt. He listened politely as I talked about...
Marching Through the Ugly

Marching Through the Ugly

One of the most pleasant days I’ve spent in a while was at the Chattanooga Pride Parade earlier this month. As a straight white woman, it sounds odd even to my own ear when I say the atmosphere felt uniquely unthreatening. But when every facet of our lives over the...
Being There

Being There

Now that we’re on the home stretch of the campaign, most of my free time is taken up with canvassing. I spend two or three hours most weekday evenings, and six or seven hours every Saturday, knocking doors. I enjoy canvassing, but as a long-suffering Vols fan—is there...
Go Vote. No Sweat.

Go Vote. No Sweat.

I spent part of this week canvassing in North Chattanooga, which is just one small slice of State House District 26. If I came to your door, you’ll remember me as the woman who handed you literature with a photo of a woman who looked like me except without all the...
The Cowardly Liar

The Cowardly Liar

I spent yesterday knocking doors in Hixson with my daughter Meg, who’s running for Congress. Hoo boy, voters do not like Chuck Fleischmann. Officially we were calling on independent or Democratic voters. But even when a Republican answered the door, as soon as Meg...