Before my teenage pregnancy, I was never in favor of abortion. Bowing to my boyfriend’s decision to abort our baby compelled me to build an emotional wall. After I let abortion enter my life, there were two persons in me: the pro-choice feminist and the broken-hearted girl. The former was trying hard to convince herself […]

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