Sundays are for slow starts. They are for long cuddles and warm coffee. They are for dog walks and dog parks. They are for watering the plants and a slow kitchen dance. They are for you and me and the puppy-babe makes three. They are for love.
They are not for wishing you were here.
I look really annoyed most of the time, I think.
“The reality is that so-called pro-life movement is not about saving babies. It’s about regulating sex. That’s why they oppose birth control. That’s why they want to ban abortion even though doing so will simply drive women to have dangerous back alley abortions. That’s why they want to penalize women who take public assistance and then dare to have sex, leaving an exemption for those who become pregnant from rape. It’s not about babies. If it were about babies, they would be making access to birth control widespread and free and creating a comprehensive social safety net so that no woman finds herself with a pregnancy she can’t afford. They would be raising money for research on why half of all zygotes fail to implant and working to prevent miscarriages. It’s not about babies. It’s about controlling women. It’s about making sure they have consequences for having unapproved sex.”
Whoever coined “Dog is man’s best friend” didn’t know shit about this little lady.
The click-clack of her paws down the hallway, loud and clumsy, like a miniature horse.
The little bundle she makes of her paws in preparation for nap time.
The shudders and twitches of puppy dreams.
The weight of her body on my feet when I am falling asleep.
The deep, gravelly bark of her announcement that there is a stranger in the hall when we are home alone.
The way she follows me around the apartment: supervising my activities, monitoring for food drop-ages.
The way she hops in place when it’s time for breakfast.
I love you, little Lo.
“If owning a gun and knowing how to use it worked, the military would be the safest place for a woman. It’s not.
If women covering up their bodies worked, Afghanistan would have a lower rate of sexual assault than Polynesia. It doesn’t.
If not drinking alcohol worked, children would not be raped. They are.
If your advice to a woman to avoid rape is to be the most modestly dressed, soberest and first to go home, you may as well add “so the rapist will choose someone else”.
If your response to hearing a woman has been raped is “she didn’t have to go to that bar/nightclub/party” you are saying that you want bars, nightclubs and parties to have no women in them. Unless you want the women to show up, but wear kaftans and drink orange juice. Good luck selling either of those options to your friends.
Or you could just be honest and say that you don’t want less rape, you want (even) less prosecution of rapists.”
May 3rd, 1989 5:56am
I was due on April 15th, but I didn’t make my way into the world until May 3rd. Maybe I was too stubborn to come when I was expected (Taurus), but I suppose I was waiting for a good reason.
I’ve found that a lot of my life looks like that. I delay decisions Putting them off until I’ve had time to mull them over, to wrap my head around things. Teachers used to call me shy, but my mother insisted that I was careful. Wary of new people, wary of change, wary of surprises.
Even as an adult, I postpone most things. I hold off on enthusiasm for things uncertain. Lately, though, I’ve challenged myself to enjoy my life as I am living it, and it is so worth the effort. I have an amazing life. 23 was such an incredible year for me and for my little family. 24 seems to be shaping up to be even more incredible, and I can’t wait to see the fruits of my effort!
Here’s to growing and learning to be proud of myself.
Remember when we first moved in together? The piano took up the living room.You’d play me boogie woogie, I played you love songs. You’d say we’re playing house, now you still say we are.
How do couples like this actually exist? I’m seriously asking. Is her Etsy store doing really well or something? Is his career as a self-taught graphic designer/musician who makes band posters for local bands really taking off lately?
*I don’t actually know if she has an Etsy store, or what he does for a living. But they kinda look like they do those things, right?
I don’t actually have an Etsy store, he’s a musician/woodworker and I am a social worker.
We are firm believers in working hard for the things you love. Good things happen to those who work for them. :)
My main squeeze is on tour this week.
I was prepared for the additional doggies duties, the quiet evenings, the pangs of loneliness that settled around me as I pull the covers to my chin.
I was not prepared for how comfortable I would be with the solitude.
I remember our first days. I was still in college and would come to visit for the weekend; Sundays were for packing up my car and heading back across the state line. I remember feeling so certainly that I would die without him. That somehow my longing would bring my existence to an end. I remember physically feeling that in my chest. We were so entwined with each other that it was difficult to remember where he stopped and I began. I remember that scaring me.
Life is better with him. But I am okay by myself.
(I think this is what feeling like a grown-up, independent woman feels like.)
Home (is wherever I’m with you).
Cleaning. Airing out the apartment. Dinner out with two friends.
Dog park. Dog bath. Walks in the sun. Hand holding. Errands. Staying in.
Krohn Conservatory. Lunch in the sun. Shared plates. TV on the Internet.