"Lock the doors and close the blinds -- we're going for a ride..."
Holy crap -- I still have my Mindsay blog! How cool is that?!?

I suppose I should let you guys know what's going on -- although those of you who really care about such things have already found me and friended me on Facebook.

  • Av is 8 1/2 now. Going into third grade this fall. Absolutely loving his summer camp experiences. He spent three weeks doing a musical theater day camp, and he's finishing up two weeks at a Smithsonian summer camp.   He's just turned into this... little person who loves video games. And music. And baseball. And the Disney channel. And jokes. And comedy. Just a good kid all around. (Except when he's a pain in the ass).
  • Our kitchen has been the only room in our home that hasn't been updated since the house was built (1978). And with two of the burners on the stove dead, the refrigerator leaking, and the wallpaper peeling -- it's time for us to renovate and remodel. So we just started a refinance process to take out several tens of thousands of dollars for this uber-huge project which, hopefully, will be a good investment for our home. But it also means getting a home appraisal done, et al. First world problems at their best.
  • Monday will be five years since my mom suddenly died. Five years. It doesn't seem like it's been that long. Mindsay, I suppose, brings back her memory as I was quite active on here when she died -- and everyone was so incredibly supportive. I still miss her, but things have been getting better through the years (thanks, therapy!) and I feel like I have an emotional connection in the things I do, the way I behave, and the way I raise my kid. 
  • This coming October, I will have been married for thirteen years. We've had our ups and downs, and there have been times where I thought we couldn't make it. But we're in a very good place now, and I'm happy we both worked on things to make it last this long.

Well, that's a snippet.  Ciao, Mindsay! See you in another 2 years or so!
WTF Reunion Show - Saturday 11/14 at 10pm EST / 9pm CST
We did a test show last night to iron out some of the challenges of a new platform -- and it was a success!  Here are some of the latest details:

* The show has its own web page you'll be able to access at http://www.talkshoe.com/tc/69574  . There's a chat room for those who would like to participate live.  If you're looking to use your Mindsay name rather than "guest," you can quickly register with TalkShoe.  When you get to the chat, you can listen to the show.

* Windows users can also download "TalkShoe Live Pro" (for free) which allows a much sleeker interface and accessibility.  It starts up through your browser.

* For those of you who can't make it to a computer for all of the show -- you can also call in at (724) 444-7444
And punch in Call ID 69574 to listen! You MIGHT need to register on TalkShoe with a PIN beforehand; I'm not totally sure about that part of it.

* The show will be available online after the fact for those of you who have much less significant plans this Saturday evening.

Hope to see you there!
"Are all the Mindsay Reunion folks gone yet?"
Oh good -- I can come out of hiding now.

What? You thought that you could get rid of me that easily? Heavens, no! Especially not when I've got an important announcement to make.



Saturday, November 14

10:00pm EST / 9:00pm EST

We'll be using TalkShoe as the platform for this show -- which allows a chat room and calling in to the radio show!  We'll send out the link closer to the date.

The show will also be saved as a Podcast for those of you who can't make it live.

Hope to see you there!

This should make for an interesting blog post. It's been something on my mind for a while now. Something I've felt like sharing, but since I really haven't been in a bloggity place it hasn't really come out.

Yesterday I told you a little bit about my life nowadays.  I intentionally left out a chunk of it so I could write about it today. It has to do with the volunteering I've been doing several times a month.

And it's one of those things that people will perceive in very different ways: some of you will take a look at what I'm doing and cheer, saying that I'm doing a wonderful thing. Others of you might nod a bit and take a "hey -- whatever floats your boat" attitude. There will be some who think what I'm doing is stupid, and some who will see this as a counterproductive abomination to society and the heavens above.

And you know what? That's fine. I'm still going to do it. Not because others have given me their blessings -- but because I feel that this is what I'm supposed to be doing. Because I feel that what I'm doing is right.

So -- what exactly is it that I've been doing when I wake up early on certain Saturday mornings? When I hop in my car and cross over into downtown DC, parking my car on the street and huddling with a cup of coffee while I walk the few remaining blocks, where do I go?

There's a simple answer to this: I volunteer by helping women get to their doctors' appointments without being harrassed and/or intimidated.

I suppose that leaves out a huge chunk about why this is so controversial: The women with appointments are coming to a clinic at which I "escort." The clinic is Planned Parenthood in Northwest Washington, DC.  Planned Parenthood provides medical care and counseling for women -- primarily working class women in the District. Women can make appointments for gynecological exams.  Their physicians can prescribe birth control. There are counselors on site to assist women in many ways -- not just limited to discussions of sexual health.

And yes -- Planned Parenthood is a place where, if a woman chooses to do so, she can have her pregnancy terminated by a physician.  I'll say this in no uncertain terms in case anyone accuses me of not being direct and straightforward here: abortions. Women can get abortions at Planned Parenthood.

My job is not to judge. My job is not to ask women if they are there for the normal Pap Exam or for an abortion. My job isn't to convince women that they are making the right decision by choosing to have abortions.  My job is simply to help them get into the door without being harassed.  It's trickier than you might think: we have protestors lining the sidewalks and the common area leading up to the front door all morning. There are prayer vigils. Posters of babies -- and of fetuses, in utero and aborted. Self-described "sidewalk counselors" will find any woman walking down the sidewalk -- even if she's just walking on by! -- and latch on with flyers, pamphlets, and non-stop talk about how murder is occurring in that building. Some of them mention that there is always another way -- and that people can help take care of their babies. It can get rather intimidating.

Here's how a typical morning usually goes for me: we (the escorts) get there at about 8:15 or so. By that time, some of the protestors are already out front, some of them engaged in prayer vigils and mass. Some of them have their banners and signs up prominently.  Many are clutching rosary beads and crosses, one of them being on the lookout to "counsel" any women who might be going to Planned Parenthood.  A few of them are polite and responsive when I smile and say "good morning." We've both been there for weeks; we're simply soldiers standing guard on different sides of the battlefield. We simply have very, very different ideological differences. Others don't acknowledge when we greet them. I'm okay with that.

We get buzzed into Planned Parenthood's front door by Rita (not her real name), the security guard on duty. Each of us puts on an bright orange vest stating that we are clinic defenders. The phrase that sticks out the most, in big, capital letters: "PRO-CHOICE."  Some would feel that this is a misnomer, but it's a surefire, quick way to let people know that we are with the clinic, and we are here to help those who choose to use it.

There is a coordinator onsite every week -- and that person is "the boss," letting volunteers know the skinny on what might be going on that week and where to stand.  Some of us are at the front door, waiting to open it quickly when a patient needs to come in -- and closing it just as quickly so the protester following inches behind  doesn't have his/her shouts bellowing into the vestibule.  Others are lined up on the sidewalk -- sometimes playing zone coverage, other times covering individual protesters who roam around.  When women (and companions) are approached by protesters, we walk alongside and ask if they need help getting in. With a smile. If we're needed, we often talk about anything -- or nothing at all -- drowning out the voices of protesters and alleviating the tension.  The same thing happens once someone exits the clinic: we ask if an escort is needed, and we'll walk alongside the patients as far as they need us to go. Usually the protesters won't go more than a block or two (but I've seen it happen on occasion).  We do not raise our voices; if anything, our job is to diffuse any potential violence.  We won't get into a screaming match with protesters; if the patients get emotional and start yelling at them, so be it.  We're a strong, quiet force. Not there to preach, not there to argue. Just there to escort.

What happens on any given Saturday depends on a few factors: the weather is one of them. Protesters still come out on rainy days, but not in full force. (Patients are also sometimes dissuaded by bad weather.) Washington, DC is a unique place in that it's a hotbed of political activism. There was a huge rally on September 12 of this year which had many conservative opponents of Obama come down -- many of whom passed by Planned Parenthood and decided to spontaneously join in with their own protests.  A campaign called 40 Days for Life took place from the middle of September through this past Sunday; we had shifts of protesters there specifically for that cause. On most Saturdays during the school year we have groups come down from Catholic University (in DC) and Christendom College (in Front Royal, VA) for their own student prayer vigils. Rumor is that students can get school credit for attending.  Some Saturdays we can have only a handful or protesters; other Saturdays we can see crowds into the hundreds.

Escorting at the clinic used to be a much tougher job until 1994, when the Freedom of Access to Clinic Entrances (FACE) Act was passed. This is a US law passed which makes it a crime to block the entrance of an abortion clinic. I've spoken with some of my fellow escorts who remember the days when protesters would sit-in on sidewalks -- or even park cars there.  We don't see this happening nowadays (at least I haven't). Most of the protesters are well aware of the extent of the law. They also know exactly where our rights, as escorts, end: we can't "assault" them (meaning we try not to touch them in any way). We make sure to travel in pairs to make sure that there is a witness to any possible accusations.  Sometimes we will state the facts to protesters: "You're not allowed to block the sidewalk." Usually they comply pretty easily.

In fact -- there is some civility there on both sides -- perhaps because there is enough legal information on both sides. Example: one day we noticed a film crew shooting patients coming in and out of the clinic. One of our escorts asked them to stop -- not that there was a specific legal prohibition against it, but it was seen as harassment. Almost immediately, one of the protesters asked them to stop filming as well -- and they did.  It's interesting to see that, although it can be easy to see them as simply "the enemy," they have the same type of goals that we do: they want to make their position heard in a civilized professional manner. (At least some of them.)

Usually it's pretty clear that we're not going to convince each other of our own views. But I have been approached by protesters in a very friendly way, trying to get me to change my ways.  I mention, right up front, that I'm certainly okay to "agree to disagree." That I'm not here to change their minds, and I'm not going to be swayed either. But some of them just won't quit. I've had one protester take out a box of plastic models of fetuses of different sizes (I kid you not), lecturing me on gestation. I've had protesters say that my position aligns me with Planned Parenthood founder Margaret Sanger who had some nutty (and scary-ass, in my opinion) opinions about eugenics and culling the herd. Other times I've had labels thrown at me: godless. accessory to murder. Murderer. Racist (in that our clinic serves primarily African-American women). Misogynist. Child-hater. (Only the ones who run around shopping malls with no boundaries -- and I hate the parents more than I do the kids). Evil. I've even been called a "tool of the devil."  (I certainly won't argue with being a tool; I've been called that many times before.)

I've marched in DC supporting women's reproductive rights.  I've supported Planned Parenthood in petitions and donations. As recently as this past Tuesday I've voted for candidates who feel the same way I do about the right of women to choose what happens with their bodies.  But this is different: This goes against the grain a bit. I suppose it's potentially dangerous (although the chances are very small that I'd be in a situation where I would risk my life).  It begs the question if this is something I really feel is right. It's easy to march among thousands for a cause. But what happens when you're one in a sea of others who feel differently from you?  I've determined that yes -- this is where I'm supposed to be. This is what I'm supposed to do.

And I get my share of thank yous from people passing by. I smile at them. I also get a lot of stares from those who don't condone what I'm doing or who think I look foolish in a bright orange vest. I smile at them as well.

When I go home at the end of the shift, however, I feel like I've helped make a difference. And that's what counts for me.

Note about comments: feel free to post whatever replies you'd like. Praise me. Condemn me. Compare me to Hitler. Whatever. Just know that I'm not going to engage in a debate about abortion rights.  This isn't a post to try to convince anyone that my viewpoint trumps the opposite one; I'm just chronicling what I'm doing and how it makes me feel.

EDIT: I haven't posted this yet, but I'm anticipating that maybe one or two of you might want to know how to get involved in clinic escorting. In the DC area our organization is called the Washington Area Clinic Defense Task Force (WACDTF). I happened to read about Clinic Defense through a blog -- and had found it to be intriguing since my Mom and I had spoken about it years back. (She was a strong supporter of Planned Parenthood). If you're interested in volunteering, you can do a web search on "Clinic Defense" and your local area. 
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- I had a great easter and I love that Becca is part of my family.
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