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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[rivka.livejournal.com]

Union songs are good about now, huh?

There's one we sing at church:

Step by step, the longest march can be won, can be won
Many stones can make an arch, singly none, singly none
And with union, what we will
Can be accomplished still
Many drops can turn a mill, singly none, singly none.