On the way home from town yesterday evening, much to her dismay, Saskia had a little pee accident. “I don’t know what happened,” she said. “The pee came out of nowhere.”
Accidents happen. She endured about three damp blocks on foot, and then we got her cleaned up and in dry clothes. This is really how a parent wishes such scenarios to go—at least when the parent leaves the house without a ready change of clothing. It was a bummer, but in the end not such a big deal.
To me, in the world I’d most like to live in, an unintended pregnancy would be easily resolved in any which way. It’s not the case in 2012 (quite the opposite). And, as with so many health care options, access—including the ability to pay for a service—is tantamount to whether the right is an actual, tangible, obtainable one.
So, you have to love a nine-year old who says, “Abortion rights? I’m for those, obviously.” Well, you don’t have to love this but as a longtime abortion rights activist, I sure do. Maybe the four year-old-sister would add, “Duh.” She so often does.
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Sunday, we went bowling in support of access to abortion. Our local event, which was part of the National Network of Abortion Rights’ Bowlathon for Abortion Access, organized by our local Abortion Rights Fund of Western Massachusetts was a lot—a lot—of fun(d).
Abortion Rights Fund of Western Massachusetts members
We had a team, Pretty in Pink (and Blue!) with my pal, Avi. We are appreciative of the donations received. Also, our team was pretty (ha) darn cool, with representation from preschool to high school plus some mamas. One of our team members played on behalf of the pregnant by choice pro-choice constituency. Her belly and the bowling ball have received some comparisons. You be the judge.
There were teams fantastically named. Also, a team best costumed. Set purpose of event, costumes and names and ages aside; my thirteen year-old made a very important discovery: he loves to bowl.
But don’t really set purpose aside: you can still donate!
