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Nebraska’s LB626 would be devastating for women

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On 22 February, 2023

In Nebraska

I recently sent the letter pasted below to my state representative, Brian Hardin. The bill, LB626 passed through the committee, on which he sits, and will now go to the floor for debate.

If anyone wants to use what I wrote, please feel free. As readers of this blog know, this is an important subject matter for me, one in which I never thought I’d have to be fighting. It is 2,285 words long. Regardless of whether or not Hardin listens to me, or even reads my letter, I said my peace. I truly hope the bill fails.

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An anniversary, of sorts

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On 22 January, 2021

In Stories

Today is the 48th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, a 1973 Supreme Court decision, which saved my life in 1984.

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The precipice of October

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On 30 September, 2020

In Ramblings

Tomorrow is October 1, and I’m terrified.

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The Akashinga

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On 27 March, 2020

In Women

Akashinga – The International Anti-Poaching Foundation. Photo by Brent Stirton.

They are a group of women who have survived domestic violence and rape. They were unwanted. Some were cast aside by their communities, but these women are taking on poachers, and winning. Their work is changing the way at-risk animals are protected in Africa and giving them a new purpose in life.

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Recy Taylor

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On 20 March, 2020

In Women

When she couldn’t get justice, she just wanted an apology. It took the State sixty-seven years to say they were wrong.

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October

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On 8 October, 2019

In Poetry

Same thing each year
nothing works

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Night Terror

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On 15 August, 2019

In Poetry

Photo by Sandra Reddish

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It started with a song

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On 25 May, 2019

In Stories

My day began with a flashback. It caught me unaware, arriving moments after opening my eyes. I had been fighting flashbacks on and off for about a week. Using my coping skills, I felt I had won this battle and headed off to work – tired, sleep-deprived, hopeful.

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Why we don’t report

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On 24 September, 2018

In Ramblings

I still remember the dust particles in the air. I remember the trees blossoming. I remember the punches to face. I remember being dragged down a flight of stairs. I remember never having no being taken as an answer.

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Maybe we are like this

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On 27 November, 2017

In Nebraska

On November 4, 2017, a letter to the editor from local resident John Gable spurred controversy in our town. It was vitriolic. I wrote about how we are better than this. Many of my friends and acquaintances would not agree with the racism, bigotry, and general hate of the “other” that has been occurring in the country.

But those feelings of hate have always been there, under the surface, and it’s rising. Apparently, we aren’t better than this and we need to talk about it.

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