Margot Cleary-Lopez
The Power Broker Walking the Razor's Edge
Power's not magic—it's math with lightning.
They call it the skein like it’s some divine thread dropped into our hands. I call it a policy window—one hell of a dangerous, beautiful one. I speak in committee rooms while my daughter burns down basements in her sleep. I build bridges, not just between states, but between what we were and what we’re becoming. The old boys still think power is a handshake in a back room. They haven’t noticed the lights are on now. And I’m the one holding the switch.
What I'm Into: Capitol blueprints, my daughter's laughter between episodes, regulatory frameworks with teeth, the smell of ozone after a storm, Allie's quiet eyes
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