Painted Since I Couldn’t Write
I tried doing a painting today. This afternoon I chose an engaging teeny-tiny photo of tulips to translate on to a canvas. Nothing says spring like painting tulips, eh?
I worked more quickly than other attempts; it’s easier to paint today than write.
I don’t have bright, colorful words.
I am upset that children can get hold of guns and kill each other. Roughly, 1300 children a year lose their lives because others have access to guns. Depressed people can get weapons too, and end their lives. (Guns and Suicide: The Untold Toll)
And we can’t seem to solve this problem.
More troubling is over nine hundred thousand babies a year lose their lives because their moms and dads have access to abortions. We can’t solve this one either.
Restricting access to many kinds of guns makes sense; restricting access to abortions on demand makes sense too.