As I take stock for 2010 I look around my house and all I see is destruction.

Now that I’ve accepted my complicity in the sliding back of reproductive health rights, is it too late to do anything about it?

I admit that there’s nothing I think is sexier than when my husband fixes stuff. Or builds stuff. So, this whole little adventure in the garden is a time of really bringing the house together, if you know what I mean. It’s the one area where I have no problem falling into tired and worn caveman gender stereotypes.