Jury duty, or the time my bubble burst

I love living in a bubble of things and places and people that make me happy and comfortable and supported. There is a reason I live in a l...

On chives and choice

I was happy when my friend's son learned to talk. Not because he was able to communicate, "I am hungry and I would like to see my ...

Plug for a fellow blogger: more on fathers

Sparky's had an unexpected travel-related contretemps these past couple of days, but that doesn't mean the pro-choice summer reading...

Evolution of my choice

For a while, I was "pro-choice." It's the pretty, socially acceptable to say it. When I started working at the clinic, I bec...

Utopia

I'm sitting here in my apartment, looking out the window at the trees dancing in the spring breeze. My cat walked by and gently rubbed m...

Religious AND Pro-Choice?

There are so many deeply rooted assumptions about people who are pro-choice, about women who have abortions, and about people who work in re...

Labels, Labels, Labels: The Best One?

Are you a pro-choicer who kind of doesn't like the term "pro-abortion?" Seem a bit too extreme for you? Well, I'm not one...

Feelings

I talk to women and girls almost everyday about their abortions. Sometimes the conversations are straight forward, appointment information,...

I need a laugh...

One of the hardest parts about being an Abortioneer is what you hear -- working in the field, you hear some pretty awful stuff, anything inc...

We love abortion like we love babies

The darling, soft and joyful baby kept rushing toward my open arms... Sunday afternoon.  You dawdled in civic square and I lamented this ec...