We are on the cusp of the 38th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, and I couldn´t be happier about it. Exactly six years ago I was in attendance at a Roe Anniversary Gala with three of my righteous high school friends and all of our mothers. No one in my party knew that I had had an abortion a few months before, not even my mom. In a gorgeous ballroom, listening as our governer gave a moving speech, and surrounded by pro-choice women that I loved, I still couldn´t bring myself to break silence and admit that I had terminated a pregnancy. The shame and stigma has GOT TO STOP. This January 24th do yourself and other women a favor: speak up! Tell a friend or family member, hell, tell your dog. Write it down if you aren´t ready to talk about it. But please, raise your voice just a little bit. Gaining the courage to tell people about my abortion, and eventually televise my story, took a lot of time. But you know what? Every time I said the words out loud I felt a little lighter, a little more sure of myself, a little prouder. I know that sounds cheesy as shit, but it´s the truth.
And now for something completely different.
My cat died today : / R.I.P. Pearl (1991-2011)