This is just to say

[rivka]

I'm not doing very well.

I'm crying at work.

Thoughts of miscarriage keep crossing my mind. Not as in, wanting to have one, but as in, how could the baby possibly live through this?

I know that's crazy.

But when the majority of my fellow Americans have given their stamp of approval to the architects of Abu Ghraib, where can I find hope? How can I be a parent in this world?

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[ckd]

Oh, rivka, hold to the strength in your heart.

First, what msagara said about parenting. "All true wealth is biological." We need the likes of you.

But even more so, recognize the fear, without letting it stop you from being who you are.

My mother was born in 1942, when there was incredible darkness and struggle in the world; her father was training pilots to fly, and many of his students didn't live to see her third birthday. My father and his brother have a group photo of their Army helicopter flight school class, in 1968; most of the names at the bottom of that photo are also carved in black stone in Washington, DC. I was born in 1970, and on the day I was born a young man from Dorchester was killed in action in Viet Nam, along with 17 other American servicemen. My niece was born in 2003 while her father listened over a mobile phone from Iraq.

Hard times, but we came through them all. At least unlike 1972, it's more than just Massachusetts that's said no to the incumbent. Don't give up hope.