“They were careless people… they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
In the last few years we've seen:
- The plot to kidnap Gretchen Whitmer
- The Storming of the Capitol and pipe bombs left at the RNC and DNC
- The break-in to kidnap Nancy Pelosi and the brutal on Paul Pelosi
- Multiple assassination attempts against Trump
- The assassination of Minnesota House Speaker Melissa Hortman and her husband and the shooting of on State Senator John Hoffman and his wife
- Luigi Mangione's assassination of Brian Thompson
- The assassination of Charlie Kirk
Political violence is contagious. It is spreading. It is not confined to one side or belief system. It should terrify us all.
The foundation of a free society is the ability to participate in it without fear of violence. Political violence is always an attack against us all. You have to be so blind not to see that.
What a blessing it is to wake up and eat breakfast while I watch my son play in his playpen with his toys in our home 🥹 I dreamed of this day and it’s even better than I could have ever hoped for
Sometimes I think about the doctors and nurses who saved my life during my hemorrhage after birth and I hope they know how much I love them. I didn’t have care baskets because I didn’t expect to be at the hospital and I don’t know their names but I remember their kind faces.
After 7 months of blood sweat and tears, and 4 month of EBF I think I’m starting to dry up and I genuinely have never felt so crushed in my life. Like having to keep adjusting my expectations of my body is hard enough aesthetically but not it’s not beautiful AND it’s failing 😭
A little nod to myself in the last couple days. I started my breastfeeding journey rough and with blood sweat, and so many tears along with the best support I made it 6 months- 3 of those EBF. And now I’m halfway to my year goal and I can’t believe this is going to end one day 😭
Most days I’m grateful for sticking out with pumping/bfing but despite working and my kid sleeping almost through the night, I’m awake to pump every three hours and I wonder if it’s worth my sanity. Like I know it’s not but at what point do I throw in the towel 🥲💀
I’m so proud of myself for sticking to my breast milk journey. After birth trauma, pain while latching, being an under producer, and shit advice from a pediatrician, I managed to not only feed my baby at least 2oz of breast milk every feed but save up over 185oz for my freezer 😭