For My Goddaughter

Reason I voted for Kamala Harris (1 of 3)

There’s a lot of reasons, but I’ll stick to the top three.

My goddaughter Ursula is 15, so she’s still too young to vote.

So, in part, I voted for Kamala Harris for Ursula.  And her younger sister Esme as well.

Because I thought we were giving both those girls a female president back in 2016 with Hillary Clinton.
(And if the person who got the most votes was elected president, we would have, but the electoral college continues to taunt us.  Something else for the “to do” list.)

And now, thanks to the three Supreme Court seats (two of them stolen, you could argue) filled by the disgraced, twice impeached, 34 times convicted felon and former social media influencer who used to occupy the White House, Ursula has fewer rights over her own reproductive choices than her mother has had all her life.

Yes, she’s 15.

But it will come up, and sooner than either her parents or I are probably ready for.

And I’m not putting up with this Project 2025 nonsense.

In the event it becomes necessary, I will pay for a plane ticket to Minnesota for her and put her up in my house and accompany her to the appointments.  I know someone who works for Planned Parenthood.

But part of the reason I also voted for Amy Klobuchar for Senate, and Ilhan Omar for the House is that I want a President Harris to have a Congress that will work with her to restore women’s reproductive freedom.

Because, honestly, keep your regressive laws off my goddaughter’s body.