i remembered i had this zoot suit today and was so psyched that it fit him. i think it'd tucked it away because it was so absolutely huge the first two months. of course i took, like, 4 million pictures of him in it. i'm pathetic.
last night on the news there was a story about a group of women who donated their breast milk to starving orphans in south africa (there are some 3-4 million AIDS orphans in Africa, whole generations of kids growing up without parents of any kind).
i'm inspired by this and just now have printed out the form to see what i have to do. i'm not exactly overflowing with extra food, but something about these orphans - little babies who have no mother at all - really tugs, yanks actually, at me.
there's this one image that tayloe took in africa of a little girl in a south african orphanage, maybe 10 or 11 months old, in a pair of overalls that have a butterfly on them. she's wobbly on her feet, but standing and smiling right at him. i cried the first time i saw it and whenever i think about it i crack.
what can i say, my heart bleeds. i don't have a choice, really. i gotta pitch in a little.
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I knew it...I just knew it. I saw that bit about the milk being shipped to Africa and thought..there is a story for Catherine....go girl.
If you stare at the dots on the zoot suit for any length of time..they start to spin.
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