When I turned five, we threw a party, played Pin the Tail on the Donkey and a goofy balloon game, filled the basement with a rainbow of balloons and sat on them. I still see the littlest girl rolling on a green balloon. We raised our hair. It was a blast.
I bought a balloon recently and sat on it—for a while—and it would not pop. It seems these days everything is made to withstand planetary disaster but the world is still misplacing itself beneath us and we cannot contain our nuclear disasters.
Almost every day, I wonder about my decision to go back *into* reproductive health care with this Writing, with this free (expensive) time following the all out desire to ease myself. Today, I took a walk around the block in south Denver (which is rather hazy), and a family—a man, a woman, and a small child covered in a stroller, stopped me for directions. This happens to me always, and though I did not know a thing of where I was, they happened to be going where I was going—to the abortion clinic.
Very much enjoyed; thank you again.
ReplyDelete-Amanda