I grew up in the red dirt of East Texas, walking barefoot everywhere, and never worrying about much. Freedom came easy back then. I spent my days climbing trees, listening to the birds sing, playing hard, and then snuggling under my bed covers at night feeling tired, safe, and worn out.

When Autumn came, my school days were filled with many adventures, too. The books, the music, the history lessons jump-started my imagination and took me on new and wondrous adventures.

In many ways, I long to go back to those simpler days. However, the world has changed. Women have come a long way, and they have made great strides in overcoming the stigma of being the “weaker sex.” Yet, one who thinks of himself as God wants to put women back in their place. For myself, I don’t want to go there. In the past, I protested, I carried signs, and I marched for women’s rights. As a teen, I worked for the Carter campaign. I felt proud to support a peanut farmer from Georgia. Happy 100th, Jimmy! And now, I am proudly supporting the first woman presidential candidate.

Tonight, as I listened to Kamala Harris deliver a speech, I felt overwhelmed in so many ways. I believe in Kamala, I support her, and I have faith that she will continue to lift our country up and uphold the values of our Constitution.

Tonight, I also felt a great fear when I thought of the evil that pervades America and the evil one who wants to turn our America over to Vladimir Putin.

This man states that when he gets into the White House, we won’t have to worry about elections because there won’t be any more elections. I know in my heart this is true. He will not be in charge. Instead, he will hand over the reins to Putin.

My heart breaks when I dwell on this atrocious reality that our America, our United States, will no longer be the land of the free, nor the home of the brave.

To calm myself and ease my thoughts, I sat outside for a long time tonight. As I sat, I watched my two pups running free and playing happily. I drew myself back to long ago days in music class, and I just sat on the porch swing and sang. Oh, beautiful, for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain, for purple mountains majesties, above the fruited plain…America, America, God shed his grace on thee, and crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea.

I love my country. I love every square inch of it. I love the diversity within this country. I love that I can sit outside and sing in my backyard.

However, I am mightily afraid that if this madman, who throws money around to get people to do his bidding, is allowed into the Presidency again, he will dismember every law, every constitutional right our forefathers drafted in the U.S. Constitution.

We’ve all seen his evil hand wave, and suddenly, just like that, women lost the right to have control of their own bodies. The man pulled out his wallet, the gold glittered, and Judas won again. Our country has been crucified.