An Open Letter to Alyssa Milano

Dear Ms. Milano,

I am writing to you and to an extent all the signatories of your recent open Letter regarding HB 481 to Georgia Governor Kemp and Speaker Ralston and to anyone else who reads it, but ostensibly, I am writing to you.

First of all. let me begin by saying by saying how I appreciate how passionate and articulate you are. I really do commend you that you took a stand on an issue that you are passionate about and related it to your current work situation. I appreciate how you gathered like minded people in the same situation to express your opinions. Expressing social and political concern is everyone’s responsibility and I for one am glad to see you doing it, regardless of whether I share your concerns or not.

In this world we live in our opinions can often be expressed in hashtags. #HBIsBadforBusiness seems to express yours. I take a differing view. If I had to express myself hashtagedly, I might say #HBisGood4Babies. The bill ,which I hope Governor Kemp signs into law, protects unborn babies at the point that their heartbeat can be recognized. In my mind this shows them to be something different than a part of the mother, to be disposed anyway she sees fit. We may well fundamentally disagree on this point, However a distinct heartbeat is more than adequate medical evidence to make me think that my view is the correct one.

My Dad used to say to me my right to wave my fists in the air ended squarely at his nose. This is how I feel about abortion and reproductive rights. A woman’s reproductive right ends squarly at that cute little babies nose. A fetus with a heartbeat is a far cry from a mass of cells invading a woman’s body. 2 years ago my wife had a mass of cells invading her body. Since it was my wife, my opinion was get those nasty cells out of her body anyway you can. Now, my wife wasn’t pregnant, she had breast cancer and her cancerous cells certainly did not have any chance of ever becoming viable on their own or having their own functioning beating heart.

Ms. Milano, I would not be surprised at all if some of those disagreeing with your and your fellow signatories opinion might propose boycotting your artistic endeavors. I think that’s a bad idea. As strongly as I feel about these issues this does not mean that anyone who disagrees with me needs to be punished economically. I certainly wish you the best in all your endeavors. I hope you in time can come along to my way of thinking that it is babies that need your protection and eloquent defense much more than reproductive freedom ever did,

Dave Roller

Writers Write.

Hi.  My name is Dave and I used to write a blog called Home School Dad.  I was a full-time educator for 5 to 6 years and before I went back to the 9 to 5 grind, (It’s actually 7 to 5:30 4 days a week, but how much personal information do you really want from me?  Should I text you my ssn? BACK OFF!) I wrote regularly about my family, our journey, and many of my other interests.  Then I stopped.

That’s right, I pretty much stopped writing.  Sure for a year before I turned 50 I wrote a limerick a day and posted it on Facebook.  Yes, once a year at my  Crazy Uncle Dave’s sports blog, I cover Baseball’s hall of fame voting. I did participate in a to z blogging in April for a couple of years, and every 6 months or so, I try to work on the book idea I’ve had for almost 20 years  But the truth is writers write, fish swim and Facebook friends unfriend each other over trivial misunderstandings, so I need to get back on Facebook and start some useless arguments.  Sorry, not the point.  I need to write, and on a  daily basis, even though I have a rewarding, albeit challenging busy life.

I also need to read more. Reading informs and prepares the writer.  I have finished one book this year and that was on January 7th.  I need to make time in the day for it.  I mean how much Netflix can one guy watch?  That’s not a rhetorical question, I need answers!!!!

I’m not sure if this is where I’ll do most of my writing or just where I’ll keep people appraised of my accomplishments.  We shall see.

Next Time: Brain Storming in times of  Drought.