I’ve wanted to write this for quite some time, just to clarify some things.

I’m a feminist, raised by one of the original feminists. A liberal. Bisexual. Little ol’ white lady with a ton of privilege.

I’m not highly political. Part of that’s privilege. Part of that’s how I was raised. Part of that’s the whole author thing, where in the past, you NEVER talked religion or politics publicly.

That doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing my resistance thing in the background. I’m just not talking about it.

For example, for all of 2025, I led English conversation classes for immigrants once a week at a nearby library. I never talked about it because I didn’t want to put people at risk. The program has moved from the library and I’m no longer a part of it so I feel as though I can mention it publicly now.

I’ve volunteered a lot over the years. I’m currently volunteering. I will continue to volunteer. My parents always volunteered and did charity work. I do as well. I just don’t feel the need to talk about it.

I’ve always felt that if you read any of my books, you’d understand my politics. For example, I made the decision at least six years ago (possibly more) that EVERY NOVEL was going to have an LGBTQ+ character, and that their orientation was never going to be a plot point. It’s just who they are.

Again, quiet, in the background, small resistance. Representation matters. And I believe that showing LGBTQ+ as a normal thing is important. These people exist in your life. They should exist in your fiction as well, and it shouldn’t always be a big deal.

I currently have a hat that I’m knitting. Once I’ve finish that, I’ll be doing the “Melt the Ice” hat (https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/melt-the-ice-hat). I’ve already bought the pattern, as all proceeds are donated to immigrant aid agencies.

I send postcards every month to my Patreon people. My congress critters are now part of my regular postcard mailings. Once a month they get to hear from me. Lately, it’s all been about defunding ICE and Trump’s terrorist troops.

What’s happening in Mpls, where I grew up, has been horrifying. Alex Pretti was killed at 28th and Nicollet. I grew up at 49th and Nicollet. I had to get off social media for a couple of days after his murder for my own mental health. But at this point, I’m probably going to share more political things. Much more likely to do it over where the skies are blue than on the book of faces, though.

So while y’all may think that I’ve been silent, and that silent equals consent, I’ve been doing my own small part. And I will continue to work in the background. That’s who I am.