RBG

I wonder what the courtroom felt

When Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg first appeared on the scene

This quiet

Non threatening little woman

Who, case by case

Continued returning

Representing men

And women

And explaining

That equality is better for everyone

there were

Over three thousand

Laws

On the books

Holding women down

Like a boot on the back of the neck

Or a hand against the chest

A man is the owner of his domaine and a woman

Is much like property

Men cannot be homemakers

Because that’s meant for women

Women can be fired for being pregnant

“She’s just lucky we allow her to be here at all …”

I know we are not what we were

But like so much analog static

We’ve rushed past it all

In the digital age

I knew a woman who got fired up every time

There was an election

And she would remind me

That when she was young and beautiful

She couldn’t vote

If her husband left her

He got everything

She was just property

If she was wealthy

When they got married

It became his

If he moved she had to go with him

I wonder if we recognize

We’re crossing over old bridges

Our hands are shaking

Over ghosts

And battles that have already been won

And

I’m sorry,

I’m sorry that there are always

Receipts for everything we’ve given you

I’m sorry that equality and your right to vote

Hasn’t been added to the constitution

They’re still holding the receipts

To legislations considering the refund….

Legislations can be repealed it can be altered …

And I’m sorry

That no matter how much we plan for a family

There are 25 men

Somewhere

Fist bumping

And making those decisions for us

I wonder if my arms are enough to quiet the echo

I wonder

If you still hear the laughter

And cutting twist of the knife

“Go back to where you belong

Shhhh stop overreacting

It will all pan out.”

Remember,

Progress is made

One step at a time

One battle at a time

One step forward, three steps back

We’ve been here before

We know how the punches are thrown

We’ve got the scars to prove it ….

Photo origin Ethan Bethune

Writer’s Log 22 (libraries)

I spent the afternoon at the Library. I went looking for a James Baldwin book of essays. They didn’t have it. But they did have other books. Lots of other books.

I don’t know if you’ve ever spoken with a librarian, but if you haven’t, you should. We talked about books, buying books, writing books, our favorite book shops, hoarding books.

How we can spend our entire lives lost between the aisles of books.

I always go through the 800s

These are essays and poetry…

The oldest books in the library.

Most have been here so long they aren’t even categorized… some books are plays or letters…some haven’t been checked out since 1970…but they are still here… in this shelter for knowledge and discovery,waiting.

It’s almost national library week

Even if it wasn’t

I would still write about how important I believe libraries are.

They make it so easy to access information…

I wouldn’t be writing if it were not for libraries…

Every Saturday my mother would pack us up and we would go to the grocery store and then to the library. It was the highlight of our week.

We didn’t have a lot of money

And this enabled me to get any book I wanted and sometimes even a movie. And when we lived too far out from a library, there was the bookmobile. A mobile library brought to our community.

When I lived on my own I started using the library again. It makes for an easy budget.

It’s free accessible information.

Libraries have always given us the ability to grow as much as we are willing no matter how we live or where we live.

Ray Bradbury used them

Neil Gaiman used them

Most likely every writer and filmmaker has been influenced in some way by a library.

They are safe havens for the curious and the afraid

The artist afraid to run for the exit but looking out the windows…

If you have never thought of it

Or always wondered about it

Or just wanted to donate

Here’s how Donate

Because everyone deserves the opportunity to access information.

I will never forget my first library card. The power and responsibility I felt.

With this card I could read any book in the building for free.

But I always found books I wasn’t looking for, like thumbing through a dictionary discovering new worlds.

I believe libraries are important

And should have sure funding.

I have a tattoo of a library stamp…to remind me to never forget to be kind or to donate to those magic librarians. They really are our very own Rupert Giles…which gives us a responsibility, doesn’t it?

Writer’s Log #11

New Lit


Several short story ideas. 

I really need a coffee pot with a timer. This making it yourself at 4am is for the birds. Sometimes I even do exceptionally well and forget to put the filter in. If it were tea, that would be like forgetting to put the tea bag…just drink hot water. But it’s worse because you have all of these grains-stuck in your beard…disgusting. 

If we ever adopt a brother or sister for Simon…I think I would like to get him a rabbit. With big feet and ears. I feel like that would be awesome. Especially since he’s a beagle. It could offer him carrots. And he could slant his eyes and say, ” I don’t like carrots, Thomas.” Or ” Still not  a stick, Elma. Try again.”

It would just be really cool.