I want you to hold my hand while we grocery shop. I want you to play with my hair while we watch our favorite tv shows. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to play my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me.
Vaccines protect the health of children in the United States so well that most parents today have never seen first-hand the devastating consequences of diseases now stopped by vaccines
I keep seeing that bullshit article on my facebook wall. It’s driving me nuts. Honestly, I’ve kept my mouth shut about it because holy hell, how do you even argue with someone so clueless?! If your own reason and sense can’t convince you, how the hell am I going to? But I have to say it broke my heart the most to see posts from my colleagues. How do you run a multi-generational education program and not understand the benefit of vaccines?! Every one of us has vulnerable adults in our congregations, every one of us has infants in our congregations. An outbreak in a mid-size congregation could be fatal. Are you fucking nuts?!
And not only that, but nearly all of us have autistic kids in our programs. How do you look them in the eye and think No thanks, I’d rather risk disease and death? You have the fucking nerve to call yourself a Unitarian Universalist? Get bent.
"How do you look them in the eye and think No thanks, I’d rather risk disease and death?"
cannot be repeated often enough
You don’t have only one soul-mate.
If you did,
you would have married your best friend
three years ago.
She knows you
better than her right hand,
and she’ll listen to you cry
from eight states away.
You don’t have only one soul-mate,
because people wake up different parts of you—
parts you never even knew existed.
The boy when you were 15
taught you what it felt like
to get caught kissing in a closet
at the party you never should have been at
in the first place,
without his lips ever touching yours.
When you were 18,
a boy let you know what it’s like
to have your heart lodged in your throat,
because he’s moving 2,000 miles away,
And he won’t tell you when he’ll be back.
You wait until you’re 22
to get attached again,
and this time you feel it in every inch.
It’s as if you got struck by lightning—
the Lichtenberg figure crawls
up your arms and across your back,
like his hands on your skin
while you laid in bed together,
and you thought the thump of your heart
was in time with his.
You don’t have only one soul-mate;
Instead, you have soul-mates,
because your heart is huge
and you have the room.