Randy described me this way tonight. Never delicate, always fragile.
Accurate.
Then he said “Actually, those four words describe you and me. They describe us.”
Randy described me this way tonight. Never delicate, always fragile.
Accurate.
Then he said “Actually, those four words describe you and me. They describe us.”
This won’t be a long post.
At this point, I am willing to beg.
The reproductive rights of mothers, daughters, granddaughters, nieces, and future generations of women are in peril right now.
The abortion bans signed into state law will be challenged and those cases will make it to the supreme court. Roe v Wade is in very real danger.
My sorrow and anger suffocated me this morning. I had to go to work and concentrate on my job, all while choking back tears of rage and fear.
Randy and I decided we had to put our rage somewhere. We’ve decided to set up a monthly donation to the ACLU and secondly, stop talking about volunteering and actually volunteer.
We’re not sending a lot every month, just what we can afford. And I am not asking for you to make a monthly donation, but I am asking that you make a donation to the ACLU. Even 5 bucks. Anything. We need the ACLU and other organizations like Southern Poverty Law Center. We need their help and they have bills to pay. So, I am asking, please consider giving something if it is not a hardship.
Here is the link for Southern Poverty Law Center.
And here is the ACLU.
My other call-to-action is to all of our brothers.
We need allies now. We need allies more than ever.
Please call your elected officials and demand that women retain their autonomy. Call your brothers out when they need to be called out. We need your help. We don’t need you to fix anything, but we sure could use your help.
I’m not sure yet where we will be volunteering, Randy is working those details out. I think if I’m helpful, then maybe that will help a little.
If we focus on helping people, perhaps we’ll feel compassion, at least as often as we feel rage.
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Rabbit Hash, KY is a real place. I swear.
For a while, they had a dog as mayor. I mean, I guess the dog could still be mayor, I haven’t kept up on Rabbit Hash politics.