For as long as I had known about abortion, I had supported a woman’s right to choose abortion if she felt it necessary. I had been lukewarm on the issue, not really vocal or anything, but I was certainly pro-choice. I was a self-proclaimed feminist, after all, and I had left behind the morals my […]

When I was working as a general assignment reporter for a public radio station, if you would have told me that one day I’d serve as a pro-life lobbyist, I would have laughed. After all, despite eleven years of Catholic education, my thinking had evolved on the issue of abortion. Having grown up in the

My rude awakening to the realities of “choice” came slowly. Even as I heard the ongoing arguments for and against abortion, I sat on the fence over this divisive issue for decades. For years, through my freewheeling days as a single person, and then a failed first marriage, during a glamour-girl phase as an NFL

Deanna Cox found out she was pregnant at what seemed like the worst possible time. Kansas State University had just placed her on academic probation for low grades, she had discovered that her boyfriend was cheating on her, and she “really had no idea what to do or where to go.” After discussing her options