|A Planned Parenthood rally on the banks of the Mississippi River.|
I wonder what clever thing Mark Twain would have said about this.
On Sunday, I marched in a rally for Planned Parenthood in Burlington, Iowa. Why? Because Iowa is eliminating funding for any healthcare clinics that provide abortions. Well, this struck me as so ridiculous and short-sighted because I USE PLANNED PARENTHOOD for my annual exams and for other random gyno stuff that comes up. And believe me, something always comes up and you can't just walk into a doctor's office to see someone as quickly as you might need. And going to the ER is not a great alternative when it's not an emergency.
I am way past childbearing years so birth control and abortion are not on my personal radar. But this is not just about me. REGARDLESS of what services PP offers, there are SO MANY WOMEN, especially in my rural Iowa area, who need affordable healthcare and PP is often the ONLY place they can get it.
|Winding down Snake Alley|
Obviously I am still worked up about this.
I wasn't the only one to be outraged. A young woman in Burlington, Alexandra Rucinski (who is the subject of my essay), has relied even more heavily on PP than me. She was so upset about the clinic closures she organized last Sunday's march--and got over 100 people to show up.
I marched too, but so what? What good was walking through downtown Burlington going to do when 4 out of 12 PP clinics in Iowa were still going to close on June 30th anyway?
I laid awake at 4AM on Monday thinking about this---fuming actually---and an essay began to take shape in my head. Writing is my way of working my way toward a solution, or at least an understanding---or, if nothing else, a way to cope with some of the senseless bullsh*t that is going on in government. So after I got up on Monday, after I had my triple latte and walked the dogs and fed the goats, I sat down at my computer and wrote. I wrote until I found my way to an ending. I sent my story to two friends, one in New Jersey and one in NYC. They both said you HAVE to publish this. My friend Nan said, "Send it to the HuffingtonPost!"
|My pink hair is still pink.|
You can listen here.
I had also followed Nan's suggestion and sent my essay to the Huffington Post. I have been written about on HuffPo several times (for my pie endeavors), but I had not as yet written for them. Well, now I have!
You can read it here.
I went through the HuffPo vetting process and now I'm "in the system" so I can blog for them whenever I want. I will also continue to contribute to Tri States Public Radio as a commentator.
I'm not sure what I will write about next. But it will probably come to me around 4AM.
|I ran into my pie-baking friend Esther Tweedy at the march.|
We went out for ice cream afterward.