"Are you there, Judy? It's Me, God."

The nuclear family is dead.  Marriage is open to redefinition, stay-at-home mothers are an anachronism, and fathers are irrelevant.  But on one Sunday in May, capital M motherhood can smile broadly across the brunch table, and those who demean traditional families are required to shut their mouths and smile back.

Until Mothers Day 2009, that is.  This year, we were treated to the suggestion that we should honor Mothers Day by giving gift certificates to (wait for it...) Planned Parenthood.  To compound he horror, the suggestion came from none other than Judy Blume, authoress of the American Female Adolescence in such books as "Are You There God?  It's Me, Margaret."  Planned Parenthood has 364 days a year to advocate for infanticide; can't they leave Mother's Day alone?

Formerly somewhere between pro-choice and on-the-fence, I've made a donation to the Right to Life Committee in Judy Blume's name.