I think this photo says it all.
Thoughts of the Day November 5, 2008
Since when is it wrong …
- to expect those who prosper because of our nation’s economic policies to help those caught in the vicious cycle of poverty due to those same policies
- to want my tax dollars to go toward healthcare that will keep people well instead of toward a war that cannot be won and takes hundreds of lives every month
- to want to bring home soldiers rather than send them out to war (And don’t even think about telling me I don’t understand, because I see file after file EVERY DAY at the VA about the trauma and injury soldiers experience after coming home from war. It only makes me that more passionate about pacifism.)
- to believe that a world without nuclear weapons and the threat of nuclear holocaust is possible in our lifetime
- to believe that everyone deserves equal rights and opportunity, no matter gender, ethnicity, or sexual orientation
- to believe that a woman has the right to choose what she does or does not do with her body
- to cling to hope instead of hate
There’s a lot of ignorant comments being made in multiple venues, and I’ll address those another day. Today, however, I am celebrating HOPE and CHANGE.
Thought of the Day October 22, 2008
Dear Fox News and its Constituents,
Pro-CHOICE does not equal pro-abortion. The End.
Love,
Lindsay
The Moss Garden April 8, 2008
Somewhere outside Kyoto’s line, she said,
they stumbled across the famous garden of moss,
the smallish sign so plain it could have been
overlooked. No temple, only moss.
So they entered the walkway with little expectation,
the silence creeping in, much like expectation.
Instead of leading them to the garden directly,
two monks had led them to a different task,
requested they copy three hundred characters,
the ink and paper set down for the task.
And this, too, was a practiced form of prayer,
left behind for those who had forgotten prayer.
The monks left brushes, ink, and bowls of water.
They asked the seekers to write, to pray. But prayer,
any prayer, wasn’t easy. The brush and ink,
the doubting hand, made not for simple prayer.
And even as I write this, I do not want to pray.
This story changes nothing; I do not want to pray.
:: C. Dale Young, The Atlantic Monthly
For Amanda February 22, 2008
I’m writing this on my blog, to the public, because people need to know how incredible this woman is.
Amanda, I know I can never comprehend what you went through that day on the cliffs of Cameron Park. But the more I read about the use of rape as a weapon and the consequences survivors deal with day after day … the more I realize how truly amazing you really are.
Not only have you survived, you have THRIVED. Despite the trauma, pain, and abandonment by so many who claimed to love you, you are using your voice and story to make sure that other survivors know they are not alone. You are speaking for those whose voices cannot and will not be heard. You have forgiven. You have reclaimed your life. You are making a difference. You are LIVING.
I am proud to be your friend.
I hope that the words I write in my thesis will honor survivors like you and help enlighten people who would otherwise choose to ignore such a devasting and widespread issue.
Don’t stop what you’re doing, Amanda. The world needs people like you who are willing to fight injustice to the bitter end. YOU, dearest, are phenomenal.
If you would like more information on the work Amanda is doing and how you can help, check out the Speaking Out About Rape (SOAR) website. I’d also encourage you to find out about the work your local advocacy center is doing and how you can help.
Thought of the Day October 21, 2007
I don’t think men realize how gassy the ladies can be. Sometimes, on a bad day, I feel like I need to apologize to the other women in the bathroom for the noises coming out of my body … but most times I just wait until everyone has left to come out of my stall.
Too much information? Maybe. Hilarity at my own expense? You bet.
Thought of the Day October 18, 2007
I used to think the public restroom signs that said “Please let us know if this restroom needs attention” meant that the restrooms were lonely and needed someone to come use the toilets so it would feel better about itself.
