Let us count the ways.
I don't want to make that choice for another woman and I don't want someone to make it for me. What I do want is more handholding, more support, more love, more compassion, more space for grief and anything and everything else that comes up.
As a young doctor, I removed a rubber catheter from the uterus of a woman with fever of 106 degrees. A dietitian in a nearby city had inserted the catheter through her cervix to induce an abortion.
I don't want a single other woman to have to endure what I went through -- both physically and emotionally. My story is only one of so many/too many of those days when abortion was illegal, and women lost their lives and their fertility. Let this not happen to our country again.
America is too big to wrap your brain around, at least all at once. So, apparently, is the GOP.
A carnival atmosphere is the prevailing tone of the work. The action takes place in a courtroom set in a circus ring reminiscent
As a teenager, I chose to become a mom. In November, I chose, with the same commitment, to march with other women to support the motion to decriminalize abortion. I want women to be able to seek help openly and without shame. The hypocrisy is killing us.
So-called "fetal pain" bills swept the Midwest in 2011, as five states joined Nebraska in banning abortions after 20 weeks
Protesters seemed to run rampant in the third week of November 2010, with ongoing massive demonstrations taking place not