converted

to orange juice without pulp.

almost creamy.

delicious.

i am a convert

with out the hullabaloo of a new year

still our thoughts move towards the ideas of new beginnings.

the most important being awareness. without it i find no inspiration.

so i am committing to reading.

literature

newspapers

blogs

history (especially important)

anything and everything else.

coupons are hilarious and occasionally useful

as i live this commitment i find that another buds.

writing.

to document experience is vital. so that there may be more to read.

in knowledge that change is vital to success on our planet.

what the fuck?!?

I am PISSED!

Stupak can go fuck himself!

Do not dare to take away my right to access reproductive health care!

On a more civilized note...

Reproductive health care is health care. It is my body and I am the only person who gets to decide what I do with it. Most everyone believes this is an inherent human right; except when it comes to reproductive rights. Still my body, still my decision.

This whole debate over health care reform is about making health care more affordable and accessible. Restrictions, by definition of the word, does not make it easier for women to get the services they need.

This is not a debate open for political or moral values, it is a debate revolving around the human right of access to health care. Lets not play games with the health of our nation. We look foolish and petty when we do.

frozen pumpkin leaves

Jack frost painted my car last night. Big sweeps of silver, frozen in the waning moonlight. Under a layer of summer's belongings I found my scraper in the trunk.

the chill of purple in her fingers already

a cold morning. wool socks and my toes are still clammy. the sun has found its way to me. and i rearrange the plants so we can all share the meager light of the winter arriving. weather.com says it is to snow on thur. that would be a shame. bitter so quickly.