This week, the weather in DC was brisk but not cold, with scattered showers earlier in the week and a gray veil settling over the city on Tuesday night. I was here to work with our DC HQ, colleagues and friends, some conservative, some liberal, most in the politically comfy mushy middle, as my mother calls it. The mushy political middle where you may have some hard and fast political stances, but that on other things you’re willing to compromise, and work with those who agree they want to make things better, they just don’t agree on how to get there. Or at least discuss issues civilly.
Mourning the Mushy Middle
Mourning the Mushy Middle
Mourning the Mushy Middle
This week, the weather in DC was brisk but not cold, with scattered showers earlier in the week and a gray veil settling over the city on Tuesday night. I was here to work with our DC HQ, colleagues and friends, some conservative, some liberal, most in the politically comfy mushy middle, as my mother calls it. The mushy political middle where you may have some hard and fast political stances, but that on other things you’re willing to compromise, and work with those who agree they want to make things better, they just don’t agree on how to get there. Or at least discuss issues civilly.