When I walked back into the bathroom of my recently purged and lonesome Brooklyn apartment and saw my intuition confirmed with the word "pregnant" in the window of the digital test, I didn't cry or panic. I sat down and called my mom and then my soon-to-be ex-husband to calmly tell them both that I would be scheduling an abortion for the next week.
The highest among our responsibilities is to treat others with dignity and respect, especially those who have a subaltern position in the construct of civilization (aka "the world"). I don't believe anyone has to share my faith to be pro-life in the same way I am. But that is in large part what motivates me to be pro-life
Planned Parenthood has become the battered scapegoat, bullied by a Senate that historically and profoundly excludes women. Lost in the politicking over this issue is the bravery and courage of women who agreed to be donors. Without them, the vaccines and medicines on which all Americans rely might not exist.