Two weeks ago, I had four precious 12-year-old girls, including my daughter, with me at the county fair. They were getting blue Icees and corndogs for the walk to the car and ride home. (1/21)
I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it a thousand times: The treatment for an ectopic pregnancy, a septic uterus, or a miscarriage that your body won’t release is abortion. If you can’t get those abortions, you die. You. Die.
“Food desert” implies natural occurrence. I prefer the term “food apartheid” because it speaks to the policy decisions that created the conditions that exist in a hyper segregated, redlined community such as East Buffalo.