Undecided in Paradise

Hawaii has its moment in the sun.

Chelsea Clinton campaigning in Honolulu on Saturday

Who knows what’s going to happen? I know that three weeks ago I visited the aforementioned naturalized Swiss friend at her Bamboo farm. We sat in her living room considering the candidates. We supported Hillary, but were moved by Obama. Who could beat the Republicans? Why couldn’t they just be on the same ticket and heal this new divide in contemporary American politics?

I ran into her at Home Depot a few days ago. She’d figured it out, she told me. She’s for Obama, all the way. “He represents change,” she said as I struggled to lift a bag of sand intended for my son’s play area. “He’s the future,” she said, as I plunked the gritty sack down on the cart. “I love Hillary,” she said, walking down the aisle with me, “but Obama is what we need. He’s the future.”

“I’m still on the fence,” I said as we stood at the cash register.

She shook her head in disbelief. “What’s to figure out?”

There wasn’t time to respond. She took her recycled pavers to her car and I wheeled my bag of sand to mine. Before we separated I kissed her on the cheek. Take care, sweetheart, I said. I promise I’ll have it figured out by the nineteenth. She grinned. See you at the polls!

America, indeed.

Rebecca Walker is the author of “Baby Love: Choosing Motherhood After a Lifetime for Ambivalence.” Her blog on The Root is called Seeds .