30 Years Past Roe v. Wade

I'm old enough to remember a world before it.

I have two cousins by adoption. The infrastructures that made their entry into the world safely no longer exist.

As long as there are coat hangers and women, there will be abortions.

Roe v. Wade didn't make abortion okay. It made us honest about its existence.

You want to end abortion, end the need for women to seek them.

Anything else is pointless.

30 Years Past Roe v. Wade

I'm old enough to remember a world before it.

I have two cousins by adoption. The infrastructures that made their entry into the world safely no longer exist.

As long as there are coat hangers and women, there will be abortions.

Roe v. Wade didn't make abortion okay. It made us honest about its existence.

You want to end abortion, end the need for women to seek them.

Anything else is pointless.

30 Years Past Roe v. Wade

I'm old enough to remember a world before it.

I have two cousins by adoption. The infrastructures that made their entry into the world safely no longer exist.

As long as there are coat hangers and women, there will be abortions.

Roe v. Wade didn't make abortion okay. It made us honest about its existence.

You want to end abortion, end the need for women to seek them.

Anything else is pointless.

It's all about me -

Blame manhattan. Nyah. *sticks out tongue*

1. What do you call me?
2. What song makes you think of me, and why?
3. If you could give me one present, what would it be?
4. What one thing/event do you associate with me?
5. How well do you think you know me?

(this oughta be good....)

It's all about me -

Blame manhattan. Nyah. *sticks out tongue*

1. What do you call me?
2. What song makes you think of me, and why?
3. If you could give me one present, what would it be?
4. What one thing/event do you associate with me?
5. How well do you think you know me?

(this oughta be good....)

It's all about me -

Blame manhattan. Nyah. *sticks out tongue*

1. What do you call me?
2. What song makes you think of me, and why?
3. If you could give me one present, what would it be?
4. What one thing/event do you associate with me?
5. How well do you think you know me?

(this oughta be good....)

Varna will love this one...

You are pink. You are in limbo. Not pure and manipulated like white, not impure and noble like red. You are unsure of your real identity, but whatever you chose it to be, you can be it. That is your power. You change everyone you touch, and everyone remembers you. In literature, pink represents the place between heaven and hell. You are the one we will never forget.

What inner color are you?

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Varna will love this one...

You are pink. You are in limbo. Not pure and manipulated like white, not impure and noble like red. You are unsure of your real identity, but whatever you chose it to be, you can be it. That is your power. You change everyone you touch, and everyone remembers you. In literature, pink represents the place between heaven and hell. You are the one we will never forget.

What inner color are you?

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Varna will love this one...

You are pink. You are in limbo. Not pure and manipulated like white, not impure and noble like red. You are unsure of your real identity, but whatever you chose it to be, you can be it. That is your power. You change everyone you touch, and everyone remembers you. In literature, pink represents the place between heaven and hell. You are the one we will never forget.

What inner color are you?

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Welcome

barza has joined the list!

...wow...I make a pro-choice stance, and people add me. Cool!

Welcome

barza has joined the list!

...wow...I make a pro-choice stance, and people add me. Cool!

Welcome

barza has joined the list!

...wow...I make a pro-choice stance, and people add me. Cool!

POV

It's that quirky sense of self again.

I didn't know Cedric's father. I think I met him once, on the way to something else...as in "Donna, this is my Dad. Dad, we're going to the movies, see ya later."

I'd give Cedric a 10 out of 10 on the funeral - practically perfect in every way. We did scoot out of there very quickly because Jim had to go to work, and Cedric called the house later to see where we went (d'oh). Andre went back in - I went into hibernation mode. I was just that tired.

I wish it didn't hurt them so much. I wish I had something more to offer Cedric's Mom besides "been here, done that...it'll be okay, trust me on it." Because, truth be told, it might not. She's not a young woman, she wasn't relieved at his passing as I was at Cliff's, and she doesn't have my POV.

Which is, life didn't stop. They graduated, and went ahead of us. Much like your older siblings graduated school ahead of you and went on to the next thing.

He just went on to the next thing. In explaining this to Andre, I got a thoughtful look and a "interesting way to put it."

Well, duh.

What you feel is the separation. Their lives are not over, not by a long shot. I can't say what the next thing is...but how could there NOT be a next thing?

But that's where they all are. Not waiting for me, no...I think they'd have lives to live, even there.

How can I impart that? Poor dears. They miss him so.

And maybe I just need to wait for the shock to wear down a bit. Six weeks or so.

I'll be there.

POV

It's that quirky sense of self again.

I didn't know Cedric's father. I think I met him once, on the way to something else...as in "Donna, this is my Dad. Dad, we're going to the movies, see ya later."

I'd give Cedric a 10 out of 10 on the funeral - practically perfect in every way. We did scoot out of there very quickly because Jim had to go to work, and Cedric called the house later to see where we went (d'oh). Andre went back in - I went into hibernation mode. I was just that tired.

I wish it didn't hurt them so much. I wish I had something more to offer Cedric's Mom besides "been here, done that...it'll be okay, trust me on it." Because, truth be told, it might not. She's not a young woman, she wasn't relieved at his passing as I was at Cliff's, and she doesn't have my POV.

Which is, life didn't stop. They graduated, and went ahead of us. Much like your older siblings graduated school ahead of you and went on to the next thing.

He just went on to the next thing. In explaining this to Andre, I got a thoughtful look and a "interesting way to put it."

Well, duh.

What you feel is the separation. Their lives are not over, not by a long shot. I can't say what the next thing is...but how could there NOT be a next thing?

But that's where they all are. Not waiting for me, no...I think they'd have lives to live, even there.

How can I impart that? Poor dears. They miss him so.

And maybe I just need to wait for the shock to wear down a bit. Six weeks or so.

I'll be there.

POV

It's that quirky sense of self again.

I didn't know Cedric's father. I think I met him once, on the way to something else...as in "Donna, this is my Dad. Dad, we're going to the movies, see ya later."

I'd give Cedric a 10 out of 10 on the funeral - practically perfect in every way. We did scoot out of there very quickly because Jim had to go to work, and Cedric called the house later to see where we went (d'oh). Andre went back in - I went into hibernation mode. I was just that tired.

I wish it didn't hurt them so much. I wish I had something more to offer Cedric's Mom besides "been here, done that...it'll be okay, trust me on it." Because, truth be told, it might not. She's not a young woman, she wasn't relieved at his passing as I was at Cliff's, and she doesn't have my POV.

Which is, life didn't stop. They graduated, and went ahead of us. Much like your older siblings graduated school ahead of you and went on to the next thing.

He just went on to the next thing. In explaining this to Andre, I got a thoughtful look and a "interesting way to put it."

Well, duh.

What you feel is the separation. Their lives are not over, not by a long shot. I can't say what the next thing is...but how could there NOT be a next thing?

But that's where they all are. Not waiting for me, no...I think they'd have lives to live, even there.

How can I impart that? Poor dears. They miss him so.

And maybe I just need to wait for the shock to wear down a bit. Six weeks or so.

I'll be there.