From Wikipedia:

“The safety pin is a variation of the regular pin which includes a simple spring mechanism and a clasp. The clasp serves two purposes: to form a closed loop thereby properly fastening the pin to whatever it is applied to, and to cover the end of the pin to protect the user from the sharp point.”

Begun in the UK in reaction to the increase in discriminatory behavior against immigrants and other minorities after Brexit, the wearing of the safety pin is a signal to those who are most vulnerable that the wearer of the pin is a safe person to sit with, talk to, be around. The wearer of the pin is a “safe” ally, a “safe space.”

Today, I fastened a pin to my sweater and a pin to my coat, because it was a layering sort of day, and because, being a seamstress, I have all the pins. It’s a simple gesture, but one I plan on doing for as long as necessary, until we find a way to come together as a country, as a world, as the human race. My little pin will let others know that I am an ally, their “safe space,” and I will “fasten” them with love and light whenever they need it.

My little pin sits close to my heart, a simple reminder to be kind. To be compassionate. To listen. To empathize. To connect. To bring peace whenever possible. To protect others from the sharp sting of hatred and bigotry.

Maybe in my lifetime, my little pin will go back to holding up the strap of a dress. But only when it’s no longer needed to help hold someone together with love.

Have courage. And be kind.

Thanks for reading,

A. Cook

Amanda Cook is a stay-at-home-mom and writer living in the rolling hills of southern Indiana. When she’s not caring for her family or obsessing over punctuation, she can be found helping out at her sons' school, catching up on her Goodreads list, playing (and sometimes winning, but mostly losing) board games with her friends, crying over her favorite PBS programs, or sewing yet another costume for the local gaming/pop culture convention, where she’ll probably lose at even more board games. Her second novel, "When We Were Forgotten," is the winner of the 2018 Bronze Medal for Best Sci-fi/Fantasy/Horror E-Book from the Independent Publisher Book (IPPY) Awards.

Leave a Comment

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Ms. Ervin Reads

Musings on books, teaching, mud runs and other things that matter

nicole berner kauffman

a writer's blog

Hot Heels, Cool Kicks, & a Scalpel

A Trauma Mama's Attempt at Integrating Fashion, Fitness, Family & Work

Her Reputation for Accomplishment

Recreating Skills and Pastimes of Jane Austen's era (1770-1820)

Make Me a Sammich

A ranty, funny, dead-serious intersectional feminist blog.

Amber Page Writes

Musings about life, love and the pursuit of advertising.


Just another site


exceptional children's clothing and fun ideas!

Ross Unraveled

Knitting, crafting, cooking, and motherhood... trying to do it all!

Honest to a Fault

I'm trying to be a wife, a mother, a writer, a sex pot, a success, and I have no idea what I'm doing.

Travels With Pirates

Sightseeing and marauding with the preschool set

%d bloggers like this: