If I were a girl and I were pregnant I’d like to think I could write something like this. But I’m not a girl. And I’m not pregnant. And I don’t write this well. Go read Ebeth’s great piece.
Back in February, my children rudely asked a woman we know how she had cast her ballot in the Virginia primary. She named a candidate who is adamantly pro-choice. They were horrified. “How can you vote for someone who is for abortion?” one of them blurted indignantly.
“I’m more concerned with the people who are already alive than the ones who aren’t yet,” came the steady reply.