Representative anti-Contraception

Given Mitt Romney and His anointed VP Paul Ryan's desire to end hormonal birth control availability, a.k.a. The Pill, why would my sisters vote for them?

Her name was Molly. We'd heard about her in 1983 long before we met her. She was already infamous. The word in the expatriate community was out.
"There's and Irish family moving here with 5 kids under 6."
Five kids under six-years-of-age? Wow we all said in amazement as we dealt with our two or three.

As Molly and I evolved from acquaintances to friends I learned several things.
First, the Irish children think peanut butter is Disgusting! Marmite, yes. Ground peanuts, not so much.
Second, tea for the children was dinner and when she asked me where to buy a joint, it wasn't to smoke but a leg of lamb.
Third, to quote Molly. "If the Pope wants to have more children, let him have them." She'd chemically ended that part of her life.

So I'm confused. Rep. Ryan, co-sponsor of a bill to end the sale of the very popular pill to prevent contraception to the rest of us, how does he only have two--correction, three kids. Only three?

Molly, what would you say?

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    Candace Drimmer

    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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