No Means No

July, 1972. Our 1956 model Cessna 172 needed a paint job in the worst way. Its red and white paint was peeling badly, and the aluminum shone through almost all of the fuselage. My dad told me that if I wanted it painted so badly, I could strip it myself.  Our deal was that he wouldContinue reading “No Means No”

My Abortion Was Not a Choice

January, 1990. At thirty-six years old, I had a happy family with three healthy children and a successful career. My life was seemingly perfect, except for some ongoing nausea, dizziness, and shortness of breath. I was pregnant. While I did not plan to have more children, this pregnancy delighted me. My best friend at workContinue reading “My Abortion Was Not a Choice”