Dear lovely churchgoing pals ‘o mine:
I’m so glad I missed the anti-gay discussion at Jesus Moms’ Club this morning. Part of me is a little bit sad that I missed it, actually, because maybe I could have added something to help open your minds a little bit. But lately I’ve been pulling in my sails and protecting my spiritual and emotional cargo, so to speak. Election season was hard enough. I don’t know how persuasive I could have been against that kind of thinking. I like to think that it’s okay for people to have their own opinions about things. Still, it’s hard to know that people I admire and enjoy have such opposite attitudes about The Gays, whom I love and accept and applaud, not for their gayness, but because I know enough good, kind, smart, caring, and wonderful people who are also gay that I am convinced (not ever having to be convinced) that, like blind people and Mexicans, they are not bad people because they are different from me.
Having said all of that, thank you for your yummy snacks, cute babies, and excellent hugs.
P.S. I know some of you may read this blog, and I hope you’ll still talk to me when I show up again. After all, I don’t consider you bad people because you think differently than I do.
Florinda has a guest post up at her blog by Karen Harrington, who writes about being a mom who writes. I’ve been struggling with this dual identity for…oh, three and a half years now. I am far from having a strategy, so I enjoy learning about other people’s methods. Vicki Forman advised me to treat it like a job, i.e. get working at 9AM and save the housework for the end of the day. She spent a generous morning with me last week at Starbucks, where we worked, laptop-to-laptop, like Writers. It would have been great except my internet connection was mysteriously slow. Anyway, over at the The 3R’s, there are many quotes and anecdotes about the painful condition of writing under the influence of parenthood. I dig this post.
Monday is Charity Day at Los Angeles Moms Blog, where, if my post makes the cut, you’ll find me burying my head in the sand once again to avoid all the bad news about shit that people do to children. I won’t go into it all again here. The point is that when I hear yet another story about a poor baby who was harmed by an evil adult (gay or straight, those are the people who should go to hell) I just want to squeeze my children and love them to infinity, and not ever have Bad Mommy moments and protect them from all harm forever and ever. I’m doing the best I can in that department, so I’ve been looking around for a way to share my surplus. It occurred to me as I wrote that post that I have people in the trenches – specifically, two of my friends are social workers with different child services agencies, and one of them works right on the front lines, removing children from dangerous family situations. Sometimes she’ll take a child from its home in the middle of the night. The child will have nothing – no toys, clothes, or equipment. And guess what I have? Lots of extras of those things. I’ll be wiping, washing, and boxing it all up to bring directly to her office, where it will all be used by the kids who really need it. Contact me if you have stuff, and I’ll make sure it gets to her.
As Lisa Ling is to Oprah, so is my friend Stefanie to Dr. Phil. She was a special field correspondent for a story about “reborning,” or a particularly creepy doll-collecting movement. She needs no pimping…this is purely for your entertainment.
Speaking of entertainment, remember when my husband forgot my birthday? He’s taking suggestions for inexpensive thoughtful Christmas gifts for me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Well…he is now. In honor of that event, Watch this movie. Seriously. It’s funny.