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Quick hits

Oh my word y’all. I’m tired. I’ve got a head cold. I’m up to my eyeballs in work. I don’t feel like I’ve had two minutes to sit quietly and do nothing in the last two weeks, let alone come over here and say Hi.

I’m working with my boss to plan a conference. HOLY SHITBALLS planning a conference is a ridiculous amount of work. She kept saying, “You’ve planned a wedding, you’ll be great!” Well, yes, except with my wedding? Was pretty low-keyish. And I didn’t care if stuff didn’t happen the way it was supposed to. And I wasn’t worried about people thinking I was competent. A conference? Worried about those things.

Anyway, it’s tomorrow and Thursday, and then the thing will be behind me. And next year when she asks me to help I’ll forget all of this stress and jump at the opportunity to challenge myself again. Because I have a short memory for stress. It’s probably a coping mechanism.

Also? If you haven’t been paying attention, there is a stupid amount of anti-reproductive choice legislation whooshing it’s way through a number of states right now. (The Guttmacher Institute does a fantastic job of highlighting what’s happening where.) I’ve been busy writing letters and making phone calls which – in Virginia – seems like it might have actually made a small difference, since the state legislature backed down on a few bills last week. So, WRITE LETTERS. MAKE CALLS. If you haven’t signed up to receive action alerts from Planned Parenthood DO IT NOW. They make it so easy to add your voice. They send you an email that says, “We need your help! Contact your legislator. Click this link.” And then you click the link, see if you agree with PP’s position, add your name and they do the rest. It’s easy and effective. DO IT.

Okay, well, that’s the last free 5 minutes I have for the next two days.

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“Abortion is not about babies…it’s a matter of survival for women.”

Two years ago, today, I sat on the couch, stunned, as I read the news that another abortion provider had been killed.

It was a Sunday morning when Dr. George Tiller, perhaps the country’s most controversial, and steadfast, abortion provider was shot while attending church. I was reading the news online, as I did, when I saw the headline. My heart sank, and my rage rose. Tiller wasn’t the first provider to be ruthlessly murdered, and sadly, he probably won’t be the last (just last week a man in Wisconsin was arrested for plotting the first-degree murder of an abortion provider).

The elections of 2010 drove home the absolute, unqualified reminder that women’s right to safe, and accessible abortion is under assault. The Guttmacher Institute has tracked over 900 pieces of anti-choice legislation. According to the San Francisco Chronicle,  in April alone, 33 anti-choice laws were passed in 9 states. Last week the House of Representatives Committee on Rules rejected an amendment that would have reversed the ban on insurance covered for abortion for military rape survivors. (The Hyde Amendment bans federal funds from being used to pay for abortions. Since military insurance in funded by federal money…)I could go on. In fact, I could go on for HOURS. There is THAT much anti-choice activity right now.

But I digress. I started this blog to ask everyone to take a minute and reflect on George Tiller’s death. Watch this video where he talks about what it means to be a “Woman educated physician.”

He says, “Abortion is not about babies, it’s not about families….it is a matter of survival for women.” And he’s absolutely right. Abortion is about survival for women. Think about that. Survival. Not pleasure, not convenience – SURVIVAL.

Sign up for action alerts from NARAL, and Planned Parenthood. Donate time, or money, or blog space. Write a letter to the editor, and to your representative, and to your senator, or attend a rally. Do something. Anything. Get involved. Stay involved.

Women need to control their reproduction, or they’re not free.

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