it’s so not that much
but at least it’s something, right?
we all need some shoes

About three months ago I went crazy and gutted my closet. Tons of clothes and shoes went into garbage bags and were whisked away to Goodwill (because I got lost trying to find the women’s shelter and no one would answer the phone, and I know it’s not their fault, but I still feel guilty for not taking my stuff to the women’s shelter.)


I just went through everything again and managed to get two more bags of clothes to send to Katrina refugees (why do I hate saying "refugees"? Why is is so hard for me to type it and say it? It isn’t that I don’t believe the US could have refugees, because deep down I’ve always believed the US to ALREADY have refugees – people who can’t afford food and shelter and diapers because they can’t fucking make a living wage even though they have two jobs and a goddamned bus pass to get them around town. The same people who can’t evacuate during a mandatory evacuation because THEY HAVE NO TRANSPORTATION. But I digress. I don’t know why it’s hard for me to mouth or type "refugees" but it is hard.)

So I got together my clothes, I stole some of my hubby’s clothes, I took some of the wee one’s clothes, I tossed in my sneakers and a baby sun hat for good measure and I hope everything is on its way to helping out some folks. I wish it could be more. But it is what it is.

And the wee one is so pissed at me, because every time I see him I nearly smother him with hugs and kisses and sneaky tears because he is so lucky – we are all so lucky – to be where we are.

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  1. Amen. You said it all. These people aren’t “refugees”, strangers from somewhere far away who need our charity, they people simply people who need help right now.
    Surely if we all do a bit, it’ll add up more than we think.


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