A miscarriage left me with the understanding that abortion would never be a good choice for me. Even so, I believe the decision to end a pregnancy or carry it to term—yes or no—belongs solely to the woman it concerns and to nobody else.
Donald Trump talks about "extreme vetting" of immigrants. It is peculiar that he is running for the highest office in American and nobody thought to "vet" Donald Trump or any other candidate up-ballot or down-ballot.
As the House Democrats held the floor of the House of Representatives during the sit-in for common sense gun legislation, I remembered the old slogan, "Power to the people." Until the sit-in, it seemed Americans were powerless to do anything about gun violence in this country. The sit-in gave us hope.
The second amendment doesn't need appealing. We are hunter gatherers that need to hunt up and gather some gun sense.The second amendment needs to be revised and put into specific terms.
This latest round of who can and cannot use the bathroom is the most absurd notion that state governments have raised to date. Aside from wasting taxpayer dollars on unnecessary legislation, these laws are a danger to public safety.
Although ending a pregnancy would never be my choice and I‘m past the age to have to worry about it, I do believe that every woman has the right to choose. In fact, the right to choose is paramount for me. I don‘t want government telling me what I can and cannot do unless it endangers or causes harm to another.
It's about time that Congress quit playing around with our government and got to work. I was shocked to learn that their latest, greatest, idea is to privatize the FAA. As if that was an urgent issue.
So San Bernadino, California is the location of today's mass murder. How long will it be before we have a murder of the hour? When will we quit talking and start doing something about guns in the US.
One day, last December, I woke up to a beautiful, bright morning. Sunlight made the snow covered ground look as if it were filled with stars. It brought back the memory of snowbound days when the outdoors was littered with neighborhood children pulling sleds, toboggans, and making snow angels, snowmen, and snow forts.