Jordan Spieth. Apparently he just won the Master’s.
I have never even heard of Jordan Speith before today, not being a golfer, but if he is inspired by his younger sister who has some disabilities, then I like the guy.
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Carafem, the spa abortion experience is about profits. Not service, not women, not activism. Normalizing abortion for them isn’t about normalizing abortion. It’s about making money. Which they will make more of, if abortion is normalized.
As Barbara Kay explains in her column:
There may be a great deal of money to be made in massaging the roiled consciences of those with much to feel roiled about. But that will make Carafem an entrepreneurial success, and nothing more.
One more thing: they don’t do surgical abortions (well why would they, those are more expensive, therefore less profit margin).
Because Carafem will offer only the abortion pill, not vacuum aspiration or other surgical procedures, prospective clients must be no more than 10 weeks pregnant. …
After receiving counseling and some basic tests, Carafem clients will take an initial pill at the clinic. Purdy’s team expects to get them in and out quickly, within about 60 minutes.
That’s a super fast spa experience. Relax, ladies. But not too much. Because we need to charge another client.
When my friend took the abortion pill, from her description, there’s no spa or cup of tea that helps when you are throwing up so much that you are concerned the pill didn’t actually work and you have to go back to get it again.
So the question is: Do they hire extra folks to clean up the vomit or do they simply hope that part happens at home?
MANSFIELD, OH—Having proposed that they spend a night out together, the boyfriend of local woman Cassandra Stephenson is said to have planned a magical evening for the two of them down to the very first detail, sources reported Tuesday. “We should do something on Friday,” said boyfriend Bryan Vogel, specifying the day of the week on which they will go out, the sole confirmed aspect of their romantic evening that has actually been planned in advance.
This dinner has been planned to more than the first detail.
My sister sent me this. Inspiration, condensed, on steroids. Made me laugh. Enjoy
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A friend passed on this fantastic little book to me, The War of Art. It’s not just about overcoming procrastination, it’s about doing what truly makes you tick.
Esquire calls it “A vital gem . . . a kick in the ass.”
And don’t we all need both (gems, and a kick in the ass) every once in a while? I highly recommend.
PS I wrote this post while procrastinating from what I was really supposed to be doing.
The former family doctor turned environmentalist turned filmmaker spent most of a year off the grid as an experiment and filmed the whole thing.Her documentary All the Time in the World has received much praise from critics and has won several awards.
Suzanne Crocker: doctor, turned environmentalist, turned documentary maker
A friend sent me this link to a “welcome to the world” coin, new from the Canadian Mint, and pointed out it looks a lot like the little feet lapel pin many people who are against abortion wear. This is not, of course, what the Canadian Mint intends. I take it as a sign of how those who are pro-choice are fighting a losing battle, because at the end of the day, the feet you celebrate and the feet whose life ends look very, very similar.
It’s a question I’m asking myself since my friend and fellow blogger Faye sent me a link to this blog. I didn’t read too much but I gather a beautiful young woman who is also a mother has terminal cancer. This may not appear to be the best Happy New Year! link but I think it just could be.
She made me think about whether I am really, really living while I am alive. As I drove home tonight, was I thankful for the fact that I was able to drive? That I could listen to the news? That it wasn’t hard for me to drive, and that I got home safely? Simple questions, raised by her blog:
And now, now I’m learning what it is to die by degrees. Parts of my body failing, parts of my abilities vanishing, and what then? Yesterday, I kept thinking- I drove for the last time and didn’t realize it was the last time. I don’t remember the last time in the drivers seat or the music we played. I just realized I will likely never again drive. It’s this weird event that marks the fading of a life, and I have no feeling other than wonder over the fact that it’s over. That chapter. All the driving my body can no longer do will now be captured by my community, my loves, my people. And there will be other strengths that will languish, and my people will press into love and provide us the needed strength and support to manage that new edge.
Read to the end. It’s sad but not depressing. She puts her faith in Jesus. You might not do so, but there is something in her blog posts even for non-Christians. The question is how to press into living, how to make the most of each moment. It is hard to write about these things without sounding trite. But the questions are worth asking.
I am pro-life. So am I really living?
Well, looking back on 2014, we’ve seen a whole host of attacks on diversity, which in most cases took the form of clamping down on Christian or pro-life expression. It’s pretty disappointing.
Here’s a great segment by Brian Lilley where he addresses two such stories.