Evolution of a MOMocrat
If I can change the subject from Barack Obama and the meaning of the word “bitter” for a bit, I’d like to talk about MOMocrats and what it’s done for me.
Growing up I learned there are three things you don’t discuss in polite conversation: sex, money, and politics. Now, of course, if everyone followed the rules about sex and politics I think conversation would cease altogether.
Nevertheless, I took “the rules” to heart and rarely discussed my political views. Instead I clandestinely wrote letters to the editor in high school and read The Washington Post in the school library.
Then I went to law school.
Law school was a freeing experience because we were expected, no required, to discuss political and constitutional issues every day. And to back our discussions up with legal arguments. “The rules” went out the window.
Attending law school in Washington, D.C. was like crack to a political junkie. I could walk to the Capitol Building instead of watching C-Span. Supreme Court oral arguments were just a few miles away. I got excited about sighting politicians instead of celebrities. It was heaven.
Still, the realities of $100,000 in law school loans led me to a private law firm instead of the public sector. Rather than become the international human rights lawyer I envisioned, I negotiated and litigated contracts between large corporations. I still followed politics, of course.
I still snuck in some C-Span and took camera phone shots of senators in the airport and political pundits in restaurants. In fact, when I once attended a wedding with Clarence Thomas I had to restrain myself from attempting to argue with him. But I had lost my drive to become involved, to make politics personal. When we moved from the D.C. area to Chesapeake, in Southeast Virginia, it seemed my days of dreaming about political involvement were over.
Then this election cycle came around.
I’ve always spouted off about my liberal political viewpoints on my blog, but this election was personal to me. I had supported John Edwards in the presidential primary in 2004 and was thrilled when he declared he was running again. Finally, I felt like a presidential candidate was taking my concerns about health care, Iraq, poverty, and the concerns of the working class (and below) seriously.
Then I heard about MOMocrats.
Glennia, Stefania, and Beth had started this wonderful blog supporting John Edwards for president, with the ultimate goal of seeing a Democrat take the White House in the presidential election. One of my favorite political bloggers, Joanne, had already signed up and it took me about 2.5 seconds to respond to Beth’s email and beg to ask if I could join.
Slowly, we’ve grown and I am constantly amazed by the thoughtful, intelligent and well researched posts that come out of these women. We have journalists, lawyers, free lance writers, techies, advertising gurus, social media entrepreneurs, and more. Several of the women here will be delegates at their state Democratic conventions and at least one will be a national delegate.
The MOMocrats have helped me find my passion for politics again. If I see protesters on the side of the road, I pull over and introduce myself. I listen to their concerns and sometimes I even get involved. I’ve started to become involved in the Democratic party in my new home. The MOMocrats inspired me to apply to be a delegate to the Virginia Democratic Convention and a delegate at the Democratic National Convention in Denver.
Politics is personal once again.
Thank you, MOMocrats.
Stephanie also posts the personal at her blog Lawyer Mama.





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