My Husband Wants to Move to Alaska....

I haven't been much fun lately. Now I realize that I have been fighting off a terrible cold, because I finally came down with it today. My mind has been lethargic and I haven't had the energy to even have a meaningful conversation. So, last night as I was ambling around the house in my pre-cold fog my husband springs on me, "I want to move to Alaska."

Putting aside the fact that I would literally die of cold in Alaska, something about it seemed appealing. Now, I am not a highly political person, and I certainly am a more hopeful than fearful person - but some of the headlines lately have made me want to run. Run away from a system where our tax dollars may be used to fund the taking of human life at it's most vulnerable. Run away from "Representatives" who unapologetically indicate that children pose a challenge to repairing our precious economy and therefore must be controlled.

My husband's sentiment reminds me of how the early pioneers of this country must have felt. How they were so compelled to leave the tyranny of a government that spoke for them that they gave up everything that was comfortable, everything that they had previously known... to be free.

So knowing that we cannot give in to the flight response - our only other option is to fight. To fight physically with our bodies (in the way of letter writing and protests) and to fight with our words. To use whatever public outlets are available to us to vocalize our opposition to these tragic policies. It has always been my feeling that we could eliminate abortion on a grass roots level by changing minds - usurping the government processes completely. So let's start the dialogue. There has to be common ground. If not, perhaps we would be happier in Alaska.