Long life and lots of experience have taught me that nobody ever changes their mind about abortion. But to put a face, or at least a name, on the subject, here's a story: Fifty-three years ago when I was 16, I had an abortion.
The Tennessee anti-abortion bill is yet another assault on women's rights, because yes, they are rights ever since the Supreme Court decided so in Roe v. Wade. This country has had this argument already. Why does it need to have it again?
Alaska has become the latest state to fall victim to the Republican War on Women. One legislator even wants women to get a permission slip signed by the man who impregnated her before she can have an abortion.
Women should not need a permission slip from the government or employers to address their reproductive health needs, and it is becoming increasingly clear that the women of Pennsylvania cannot trust Casey to protect their health and defend their rights.
This Women's History Month marks the long-awaited emergence of a new post-Roe generation of women who are reframing the women's rights movement and discourse. March is, quite possibly, revealing the first stirrings of our own Women's Spring.
While a direct attack on the Fourteenth Amendment is fraught with unintended consequences, anti-choice activists have shrewdly chosen to broaden their efforts against health needs for women in open disdain.
Frankly, I am tired of this controversy. It's a private matter for women and those she chooses to share with. The laws in this country are not dictated by religious beliefs, no matter how powerful the beliefs of those running for public office.