Make Your Own Magic Diaper Rash Cream!

We mostly cloth diaper, but from time to time we use disposable diapers. For one, they’re much easier when we’re out and about. Two, I’m lazy and it’s easier. Three, you can’t use most diaper rash creams with cloth diapers.

Thankfully, we don’t actually get many rashes while using cloth diapers, but they do happen sometimes (especially while teething). When we get a rash on one of the boys, this cream takes care of it fast! I found the recipe at Do It and How and it works great!

The recipe calls for 2 ounces of zinc oxide ointment, 2 ounces of A+D ointment, 1 ounce Maalox or similar antacid (do they even make Maalox anymore? I couldn’t find it, so I used Mylanta), and 1 ounce bacitracin ointment.

You just mix all the ingredients together and you’re done! I thought I would get clever and use a blender, but that turned out to be a really bad idea. Zinc hardens, y’all. Don’t do it.

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IVF, Personhood, and a Story of Infertility

I don’t have an exciting infertility story.

You probably didn’t even know we struggled with infertility. Although since we have twins, you’ve wondered. Some of you have even asked me in your own polite way. Were you surprised? Do twins run in your family? Did you know you were having twins?

I do have a story, but it isn’t exciting. We didn’t try for years and years to get pregnant. I, thankfully, didn’t have miscarriage after miscarriage.

Our story is simple: We had one kid easily. And then we couldn’t get pregnant again. We saw a team of doctors, I took lots of medicines that made me a little fat and a lot crazy, I pee’d on a lot of sticks, I cried a lot, I had a minor surgery, we had 6 failed IUI’s (intrauterine insemination, where they place the sperm directly in the uterus and hope for fertilization), I prayed a lot, I was finally diagnosed with crappy egg quality, and that left us with our best option being IVF (In Vitro Fertilization, where an egg is fertilized in a petri dish, and then a healthy embryo–or two, depending on your odds of implantation–is placed into the uterus).

When all this was happening, I didn’t talk about it. Not because I was ashamed, but because I didn’t want to answer all the questions. Some women speak of being ashamed of their infertility, of feeling like less of a woman, or a failure. I never felt that way.

I didn’t talk about it because I didn’t want the looks of pity. I didn’t want every. single. conversation I had to be about my uterus. I didn’t want my friends to be uncomfortable, not knowing what to say.

I didn’t want to not be thinking about it for a moment, only to be reminded when some well-meaning friend asked me how I was doing: How are you? No, really, how ARE you?

And I didn’t talk about it because I didn’t want to hear your opinion.

You’ll get pregnant when you’re not trying. Relax!

It’s all God’s plan. Relax!

Just be thankful you already have one kid.

I didn’t talk about it because we decided to do IVF and I knew how controversial that could be. I didn’t want to know how my friends would feel about it because I knew I would cut them out in a heartbeat if they challenged me on it. I can tolerate many differences of opinion, but don’t bring my children into it. I thought it was better to not know how they felt than to lose friends.

And eventually I didn’t talk about it because it wasn’t just my story to tell anymore. I had two sweet babies on the way and maybe they wouldn’t want their beginnings told to everyone.

But it’s different now. It’s been a real learning experience for me. I’m proud of my babies and I want them to be proud of themselves. I want them to know how wanted they were, how loved they are. They were loved before they ever existed.

IVF was hard. It was difficult financially, it was difficult emotionally, and it was difficult physically. I almost changed my mind a lot during the weeks that directly proceeded the beginning of the process. I was terrified–not of the money, or the medicines, or the injections. I was terrified because I knew we only had this one last shot. Up until those moments, I always believed I would get pregnant again, that it was just a matter of time. But IVF was our final answer, and if it failed, I knew I’d have to close a door I wasn’t ready to close.

We went to the beach the week before we were scheduled to start the treatments. I cried the entire car ride home, knowing my life was about to go one direction or the other, and I had no control over it. It was so emotional, so scary, it brings me to tears even now, more than a year removed from it.

We made a stop at a local produce stand on the way home. The lady who ran it also sold jewelry and I found a bracelet that said, The Lord will fight for you. You need only be still. I bought it and I wore it every day throughout my IVF treatment. I believed it.

As the treatment progressed, my body didn’t respond the way it was “supposed to.” There was talk of only 1 possible egg to attempt fertilization and implantation with, there was talk of no eggs at all, there was talk of a failed cycle. I was given the difficult choice of deciding whether or not to halt the cycle and try again, but that would mean thousands of dollars more and we just couldn’t afford it.

The Lord will fight for you. You need only be still.

We pressed on. I gave myself injections for 12 days and went to the doctor almost daily to check the progress and to make sure I didn’t hyper-stimulate my ovaries. There were tears and screaming and laughter and anticipation and praying. Lots of that. And there was a doctor I grew to love so much because she gave me hope when I was at my lowest.

And finally, there were eggs! 9 of them! On a Friday afternoon, my doctor went in and took them.

And early on a Saturday morning, she called to tell me they all fertilized. All of them. Nine fertilized eggs! Nine embryos.

Because my odds of pregnancy were low, we transferred two embryos to my uterus.

Twins weren’t the goal–a healthy single pregnancy was the goal. But I loved those 2 embryos from the moment I knew they existed.

As much as the thought of twins scared me, I couldn’t possibly wish for one to not implant.

When I got my first positive pregnancy test, I was shocked.

I’d seen so many negatives, I wasn’t actually expecting that positive. I hit my knees and cried harder than I’d cried throughout the entire struggle. I cried for hours, sitting right there on my bedroom floor. And when I was done, I finally knew everything was going to be okay.

So when we went for our first ultrasound and saw two babies, but only 1 heartbeat, I wasn’t overly worried. I knew that second heartbeat would be there next time. I knew we’d have two healthy babies. I knew there was a chance Baby B wouldn’t make it, but I felt at peace.

The Lord will fight for you. You need only be still.

And when we went back a week later, I breathed a huge sigh of relief when the doctor smiled and showed us that second heartbeat.

And then I froze in fear when she told us that Baby B split and was now Baby B and Baby C. Triplets. She wasn’t happy about it, and I can’t say I was either. Baby B and Baby C were mo-mo twins and the risks that caused for all three babies were great.

So when she confirmed that Baby C had no heartbeat, I felt another moment of relief wash over me. And in the very next instant, I felt the worst kind of remorse for feeling that relief. But I couldn’t deny that I felt it. It took months into my pregnancy before it really hit me that I had my first and only miscarriage during an otherwise successful pregnancy. But when it hit me, I mourned that loss hard. And sometimes now when I look at B and I can see what his identical twin would have looked like, I mourn the loss again.

So now we have 3 healthy boys and we debate whether or not we might want a 4th one day. The other thing we have is 4 frozen embryos, just waiting for us to choose what to do with them. And I love them. How can I not love them? If I loved S and B before they were conceived–and I did–are the 4 frozen embryos not the same? They too were very much wanted, but it was luck of the draw, survival of the fittest. S and B developed first and appeared to be the highest quality, so they made the cut. But truly, it could have been any of them. I look at S and B and think, what if you were frozen? What if I had some other kid in your place?

So yes, I love my 4 frozen little embryos and I think about them a lot. But do I believe they’re alive? No. They need me–or another willing mother–for that.

Do I believe they have the same rights that my living children have? No. But those who proposed the Personhood Bill seem to feel otherwise. They would lead you to believe that it’s just about abortion, but it’s not. The language of the bill would make IVF virtually impossible.

IVF is expensive and hard on the body. Couples don’t just jump straight to it as an answer when they can’t grow their family. But because it’s so expensive, the goal is often to produce as many healthy eggs in one cycle as possible. Those eggs are then fertilized in a lab for about 5 days before the healthiest of the embryos are transferred to the mother’s uterus. Any remaining embryos are then frozen, giving the couple a chance to get pregnant in the future if the first transfer doesn’t result in pregnancy, a miscarriage occurs, or if the couple wishes to have more children in the future.

The Personhood legislation pushes the idea that life begins at fertiliztion. If that legislation passes, the legality of the procedures we used to get our beautiful sons would be called into question. If the Personhood Bill passes, anything that puts an embryo at risk could be a criminal violation.

If an embryo from an IVF cycle doesn’t develop normally (3 of ours didn’t), could the physician, lab, or patient be criminally liable?

Would IUI’s be criminal violations because they carry a higher risk of miscarriage?

Would women with health problems such as fibroids or other uterine problems be forbidden to attempt pregnancy because the risk of miscarriage is too great?

Would women who suffer ectopic pregnancies be allowed to receive life-saving treatment, or would the embryo’s legal rights take precedence?

What about the embryos that have already been created from IVF? What about my frozen embryos? Will I still have the right to transfer one or more to my uterus in the hopes of implantation and birth? Or does that run too much of a risk for the embryo?

Do I think it will pass? It’s been previously submitted for consideration many times before, and each time has died in committee without a vote, so no, I don’t think it will pass this time either.

But I’m furious it’s even been introduced again. And I’m furious with anybody who supports it. I said before that I didn’t want to know people’s opinions on IVF because I didn’t want to lose friends over it. Well, I’m ready to do that if I have to. If you support the Personhood Bill, you are against the very thing that allowed my children to be born. And if you’re against my children, you are no friend of mine.

For the record, we don’t know yet what we’re going to do with our 4 remaining embryos. But we think about it, we talk about it, we pray about it. It is an important decision to us. We know that our hopes for them is that they’re eventually transferred to a uterus in hopes of implantation and birth. We just can’t decide if we want to transfer one more for ourselves, or if we want to adopt all of them out to another couple.

Regardless, our embryos will have a chance at life. But as much as I love them, as much as they mean to me, they are not lives now.

Resolve, the National Infertility Association, works to ensure that all people who face challenges to grow their family are “empowered by knowledge, supported by community, united by advocacy, and inspired to act.” They’re a non-profit, 501(c)(3) organization certified under the National Health Council Standards of Excellence. If you’d like to contribute or be involved, you may find ways to do so here and here.

August 5, 2015 & August 5, 2016







Lesson 92: Babies shouldn’t wine

I turn my back for 5 seconds…

The kid has gone a little too far with the baby led weaning.







It’s not a va-jay-jay. It’s a vagina.

To all my friends and acquaintances who agree so wholeheartedly that the Women’s March isn’t their march, that only women who hate men participated, that women have equal rights in this country…

Are you even familiar with the Mission and Vision of the Women’s March? Or did you just jump on your soapbox and make the (erroneous) assumption that the March is nothing more than a protest to the Trump Presidency? Just a bunch of sore losers. Just a bunch of entitled sluts who want to use abortion as birth control, am I right?

Let me quote your friend Trump when I say, “Wrong.”

Before you form your opinion, and certainly before you publish it, you may consider educating yourself on a few things. And after you do that, if you still believe the women and men who participated are just a bunch of sore losers, okay. You’re entitled to feel your feels.

The Mission

The Mission statement is fairly long and can easily be found, but I’ll go ahead and post the link here so you don’t even have to search for it.

What really stands out to me: “We stand together, recognizing that defending the most marginalized among us is defending all of us…We work peacefully while recognizing there is no true peace without justice and equity for all.”

You recognize the importance of defending those who have less than you, right? Since I’ve seen so much religion brought into this, let me speak in a language I think you’ll understand: “Truly I tell you, what you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” Matthew 25:40

I think we’re all among the least of these at one time or another. We all fail, we each have our own personal rock bottom. And I think many of us have the resources to pick ourselves back up. I certainly do. You probably do too. But am I really such a terrible person for wanting to stand up for those who don’t have those resources? For that woman OR man (because it is about “justice and equity for all“) who is still on his or her knees? I cannot wrap my head around why that makes you so angry.

The Guiding Principles

I would be remiss to pretend that the focus of the Women’s March wasn’t women.  The Guiding Principles state that “women’s rights are human rights, regardless of a woman’s race, ethnicity, religion, immigration status, sexual identity, gender expression, economic status, age or disability. We practice empathy with the intent to learn about the intersecting identities of each other. We will suspend our first judgement and do our best to lead without ego.”

Aren’t these things pretty much what everybody wants? Equality? Check. Empathy? Check. To be understood by others? Check. To not be judged? Check.

And in case you’re not sure whether or not you have the right to judge others, here’s a quick quiz for you:

  1. Are you an elected or appointed official charged with the job of judging the actions of others?
  2. Are you God?

If you answered yes to either of those questions, congratulations. You get to judge others. And if you answered yes to number 2, I’m truly flattered that you’re reading this.

Which brings me to the post that keeps circulating. The one that begins with “I am not a ‘disgrace to women’ because I don’t support the women’s march.”

First, damn straight you’re not!

But has it occurred to you that maybe you “do not feel (you are) a ‘second class citizen'” because you aren’t one? Good for you! No, truly, I’m thrilled for you.

But what about the woman who actually isn’t “provided opportunities in this life or in America because (she is) a woman?”

I’m talking about the single mom whose ex-husband doesn’t pay child support and isn’t held accountable for it.

The mom who has to leave her infant and go back to work too soon, while her body is still healing, because we have no maternity leave in this country.

Or the mom suffering from postpartum depression who may not have access to post-natal care because her local free clinic will no longer receive funding.

The woman who, while she can work, makes $.80 on the dollar compared to the man in the next cubicle, even though she has the same education and experience as he does.

I’m talking about the woman who feels her “voice is ‘not heard’ because (she is) a woman,” every time she has to carefully choose her words and tone so as not to offend or be called a bitch if she’s too direct.

The young woman who is told to “act like a lady” or “dress like a lady” or “talk like a lady” or that she would be so much prettier if she just smiled.

I’m talking about the woman who feels that (she doesn’t) ‘have control of (her) body or choices'” because she was raped and her rapist received 3 months jail time. Or no time at all.

Or the woman who cringes as men laugh and explain away their appalling words as “locker room talk.”

Or the woman who has her pussy grabbed without her consent.

The mom who can’t express breast milk for her infant at her job for fear of being fired or passed up for a promotion.

Or the mom who feels the need to hide herself as she breastfeeds her baby because a woman’s body has been so overly sexualized that people find the act of feeding a baby to be offensive.

I’m talking about the woman who can’t afford birth control, prenatal care, or her yearly exam because she doesn’t have insurance and very likely won’t be able to access those places who provide these services for free much longer. It’s not about abortion, so just stop it.

The woman who was physically abused, or is just fearful for her well-being while walking alone to her car in the Target parking lot. Even in the middle of the day.

The mothers who try to shield their daughters from the media so that maybe they won’t constantly feel “too fat” or “too thin” or “too whatever.”

The mothers who fight to raise their sons to believe that they are accountable for their behavior and “boys will be boys” is never an excuse.

I’m glad you “do not feel like (you are) ‘not respected or undermined’ because (you are) a woman.” That’s a wonderful feeling, isn’t it?

So yes, you are a woman and you can make your own choices. You can speak and be heard. You can vote and work if you want to. I hope you’re thankful for those who came before you to give you those rights.

But no, you cannot always control your own body. And you cannot always defend yourself. Or your family. There is so much that can stop you and there is so much that does stop others. And sometimes a person’s circumstances or problems are the result of things outside of their control.

But you’re right; we don’t always get what we want. Nor should we. And I believe firmly in self-responsibility. But I also believe in standing up for what’s right and in fighting for those who may not be able to fight for themselves–for whatever reason that may be, wherever they may be.

So if you’ve never shared a post or a blog or a news article and stated your outrage about any of the things I’ve mentioned above (Spoiler Alert: bet you have), go right ahead pretending that none of this matters, that it has no impact on you or those you love. That all the women who marched are just a bunch of whiny sore-losers.

But if you have, if even one point sounded familiar to you, then you know why at least one woman marched. And that doesn’t actually seem worthless at all, does it?

And it’s not a va-jay-jay. It’s a vagina.









Cheesy Spinach Pasta – Great for BLW!

This is a yummy recipe for the whole family (though I add a little salt for the adults), but it’s also a fast and easy recipe for baby-led weaning. One batch will feed your baby all week long!

Or in the case of double babies, it will still last several days!

Here’s what you need:

  • 1 c uncooked small pasta (I use elbow)
  • 1 clove garlic, minced
  • 1 small zucchini (or yellow squash for extra color), diced
  • 2 handfuls fresh spinach
  • 1 tbsp unsalted butter
  • 2 tbsp almond milk (I actually used breastmilk this time, but I didn’t want to publish a picture of my boob….so…”almond milk.” Use any milk of your choice.)
  • 1 oz cream cheese
  • 1/4 c grated Parmesan cheese

Cook pasta according to package directions. Since I’m cooking this for my 9-month-olds, I make sure to cook it soft, about 13 minutes for small elbows. Go 7 minutes for al dente, 10 minutes for older toddlers. I also add in a bit of olive oil to keep it from sticking.

While that’s cooking, melt half the butter in a small skillet. Sauté garlic and zucchini until just soft, about 3 minutes. You may consider adding yellow squash, mushrooms, and/or tomatoes.

Add the rest of the butter and fresh spinach. Continue sautéing until it wilts, about 2 more minutes.

In a food processor, combine your Spinach mixture with the milk, cream cheese, and Parmesan cheese and chop it all finely.

I use the processor part of my Cuisinart Smart Stick. It comes with all these other attachments and it’s one of the best additions I’ve made to my kitchen, since it’s also an immersion blender, chopper, and electric whisk all in one!

Just a few seconds on high and we’re done!

Now just mix it with the cooked pasta, serve, and watch those little ones devour it!

S is quite the little eater, but B prefers to paint with his food.

Whatever works for ya, I guess.

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Caramelized Butternut Squash

This recipe is so delicious! I made it primarily for the babies and they loved it, but it’s also flavorful enough for the whole family. Plus, as a family of 5, we were able to eat on this for a couple of days.

Here’s what you need:

  • 5ish lb squash
  • unsalted butter
  • brown sugar
  • salt
  • pepper

That’s it!

First, prepare your squash. Scrub the outside of it, then peel it.

I saved my peelings because I keep all veggie scraps to make vegetable stock–big money saver and it tastes much better than the store bought stuff!

Now, halve your squash lengthwise…

…and gut it! Save the guts for your veggie stock too! Seriously, just toss all those scraps into a gallon-sized freezer bag. When the bag is full, you have all the ingredients you need for a delicious homemade stock.

Cut the squash into long strips (this makes it easier for babies to grip) and place them in a plastic bag.

Melt 8 tbsp of unsalted butter. Once it’s melted, mix in 1/2 c brown sugar, 1.5 tsp salt, and 1 tsp pepper in a separate bowl. Pour the butter mixture into the bag with squash slices. Close the bag and shake it until the squash is nicely coated.

Spread in a single layer on a greased baking pan or cookie sheet. Bake at 400 for 45-55 minutes, turning every 7-10 minutes, until the glaze begins to caramelize.

Feed to cute babies!








Lesson 91: Never feed your baby unidentified baby food

Why you should never feed your baby unidentified baby food:

Because it’s waffle mix.

We may or may not all survive this twin thing. I make no promises.





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Lesson 90: Let it go.

With my first baby, I was all-organic, all the time (not really, but I was pretty picky about his food).

With these guys, I’m like, “Here. Have some puffs.” And then I watch them crawl around the floor, fighting it out.

It’s like hunting and gathering, so really I’m teaching them a life skill.



As we approach this holiday season…just say no.

This was originally published back in December, 2013. I’m happy to say that we have stood our ground and feel as strong as ever: Just. Say. No.

I hate Elf on the Shelf. I despise Elf on the Shelf. I openly mock my friends who participate in Elf on the Shelf.

It’s not just the commercialism of it, or the Pinterestism of it, or even just the creepiness factor. No, it’s the bribery behind it that bothers me more than anything. That damn little elf is nothing but a tattletale.

The premise that you need an elf to bribe your kid to behave makes me grit my teeth. It’s probably not the best form of behavioral modification, you know? I recently read a blog post in which the writer asked, “What do you do to inspire good behavior from your kids during the holidays?” How about doing the same things you do the other 11 months out of the year? You do do something the other 11 months, right? Whatever happened to teaching your kid to behave because it’s the right thing to do, not because some creepy little doll is spying on them and reporting bad behavior back to Santa? What about teaching them that there are real, rather than fictional, consequences?

Look, I don’t think for a second that I have this whole parenting thing figured out–not by a longshot. And I am not above bribery; I’ve done it in a pinch. Okay, I do it frequently. I know it’s not a good idea, but I also know that there are times when I feel like ripping my hair out and I really need him to stop screaming for just. a. minute. please. I make conscious decisions way too often that I know are not the best choices for my child in the long run. But sanity comes at a price, and sometimes I’m more than happy to pay it.

And I know that not everybody who does Elf on the Shelf does it for the purpose of bribery, so don’t get your panties in a wad. But I also know that if I did Elf on the Shelf, I absolutely, without a doubt, would use it to bribe my child. Because that’s how I roll.

But at the end of the day, I’d like my son to behave because he knows right from wrong, not out of fear or bribery. There will be no Elf on any shelves in this house, because I firmly believe that one shouldn’t place “fear and suspicion into a season and a holiday that are meant to be about love, togetherness, and forgiveness.”

Why you (yes YOU) should support Planned Parenthood

I’m talking to everybody when I say, it’s in our best interest to support Planned Parenthood. If you’re pro-choice, I know you’re probably already on board with that, so you can go ahead and skip to the bottom where I’ll tell you a few ways you can help. If you’re not pro-choice, you’re a tough sell. And I’m not naive or delusional, I know I probably won’t convince you. But let me try. I know, I know, you can’t possibly support a clinic that provides abortions. Let’s go ahead and skip over the right and wrong of abortion and a woman’s right to choose and what constitutes pro-life and what doesn’t–you and I will never agree. I’d like to go ahead and dive into why it is that you should absolutely support Planned Parenthood anyway.

2.7 million people use the services of Planned Parenthood health centers and affiliates each year–that includes women and men. The vast majority of those who use PP live with incomes of 150% of the federal poverty levels or less. More than half of PP’s health centers are in rural or medically under-served areas. These areas have high poverty levels, large populations of minorities, and large populations of elderly people. They have high infant mortality rates (hi there, pro-life, this should mean something to you) and they do not have enough primary care doctors. That means that more than half of the PP centers serve communities where people would otherwise have to take long, expensive commutes to the nearest health center to obtain basic healthcare, prenatal care, ob/gyn care, contraceptives… Not only would it flood the other health centers with long waits, but people simply wouldn’t be able to afford to make these trips. We’re not just talking about health care costs; we’re talking about gas and time away from work (these aren’t salaried employees), even having the means to get to another healthcare center would be difficult for many.

And did you know that many Planned Parenthood centers don’t even offer abortions? But they do offer sex education to teens in the juvenile justice and foster systems, home visits to new moms to help prevent infant mortality, STD screenings and treatment, cancer screenings and education… In fact, just 3% of services rendered by PP are related to abortion. 3%. That means 97% of services have nothing to do with abortion….except, perhaps, preventing them.

Supporting Planned Parenthood is supporting education and resources, and more education and resources means fewer abortions. Abortion and reproductive rights are often an emotional and heated discussion. Because of that, I know I may not be able to use facts and numbers to convince you that PP is not the enemy–emotion is often louder than logic. I’ve been, and continue to be, caught up in that myself when it comes to many issues. But if you do want to support Planned Parenthood, it’s truly okay to be against abortion and still find value in their worth and many other services. Your local PP may be one of the many who do not even offer abortions.

Which brings me to….

How can you support Planned Parenthood? There are many ways for you to help! A lot of this is directly from Planned Parenthood’s web page. I’m not trying to plagiarize, but I have no reason to restate what they’ve already said so clearly. And I suspect they want their message shared anyway.

Donate directly to Planned Parenthood.

For the past century, Planned Parenthood has transformed women’s health and empowered millions of people worldwide to make informed health decisions, forever changing the way they live, love, learn, and work. Donate to a PP health center here or go here to donate to the PP Action Fund.

Support Planned Parenthood via Amazon Smile.

If you already shop on Amazon, shop through Amazon Smile to support a cause that means something to you. Amazon will contribute a percentage of every purchase you make to an organization of your choice. Sign up for Amazon Smile here.

Go to Planned Parenthood for your health care.

You can support PP by making your next reproductive health care appointment at your local center. Need birth control? A well-woman exam? STD tests? Hormonal replacement therapy? Planned Parenthood can provide those for you. Make your appointment here.

Tell your Representative you support Planned Parenthood.

Write a letter or, better, make a phone call. Find your local representative here.

Tell your story.

Has Planned Parenthood provided you with health care, education, or advocacy opportunities at some point in your life? If so, tell people about it! Tell your friends, tell a stranger when the opportunity arises, blog about it, share it on social media, share it on their webpage here.

Educate yourself.

Planned Parenthood is at the forefront of the reproductive health and rights movement.  Join their online network to get the resources and tools you need to stay on top of the issues and get involved with campaigns that advance and protect women’s rights and health. They’ll send you information about specific opportunities to make a difference and make sure that you get the real story in real time. Sign up here. And while you’re at it…

Join Planned Parenthood on Social Media.

Follow them on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Google+, and Pinterest. Share the real stories, share what Planned Parenthood is really doing.

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