Pro choice is just a shorter phrase for "Mind Your Own Business." It is neither pro-life nor pro-abortion. It as much about birth control as it is about deciding whether or not to end a pregnancy or continue one. Here's why:
A miscarriage left me with the understanding that abortion would never be a good choice for me. Even so, I believe the decision to end a pregnancy or carry it to term—yes or no—belongs solely to the woman it concerns and to nobody else.
I sit here tonight and watch the star that I have "found" in the heavens. Memories collide and I am reminded of a sweaty little palm that held tightly onto my hand, a palm that, too quickly, slipped from my grasp.
While it is important to remember the horror of the concentration camps and the atrocities Hitler perpetrated upon the world, war is horrible from every vantage point. I know it's hard to feel sympathy for the Nazis, but this story has helped me remember that not all Germans were Nazis. Many were just victims of their times in the same way that many refugees are today.
Atheism isn't a choice. It's a realization and once I fully understood that realization, my lack of belief became a cause for celebration. Atheists are often portrayed as doubting, unhappy people, but actually losing religion is a joyous thing, the real light at the end of the tunnel.
Although ending a pregnancy would never be my choice and I‘m past the age to have to worry about it, I do believe that every woman has the right to choose. In fact, the right to choose is paramount for me. I don‘t want government telling me what I can and cannot do unless it endangers or causes harm to another.
The snow had just started falling and it was the first time I had ever driven in snow. The party was at a house rented by several young men. One of them owned a female dog that was half Golden Lab and half German Shepherd. Another had a male dog that was half Doberman and half Greyhound. The two dogs got together and ended up with a family of 7 puppies. The boys managed to find a home for 6 of them, but there was one left over.
My kids were three years apart. On the day my youngest started pre-school, it was the first time in six years that I had a few hours completely to myself.
The year Cabbage Patch Kids came out, it was the only thing my daughter wanted for Christmas. Her Christmas wish was my only experience in Black Friday shopping. We fought the crowds and looked everywhere for one and everywhere was sold out.
The older I get, the more I dread the onslaught of winter cold temps. Lucky for me I have found five sure-fire tricks to keep warm weather around a little longer.