This isn’t about one law or one moment. It’s about a coordinated rollback of autonomy, happening state by state, bill by bill, vote by vote. We’re seeing forced births in a country that refuses to guarantee paid leave.

The banned books aren’t just titles; they’re truths someone tried to erase. On this desk, surrounded by protest pins and pages of handwritten defiance, I write to remember. To resist. To reclaim the stories that shaped us, even when the world insists, we forget.