How Much Do You Love Me?
Encounter With a Shadow
As the sun shone bright behind me
The girl that I had been
Appeared in slender shadow
As I walked westward home.
My young son asked, “Momma, who do you love more? Me or Nicki?” I had to think. I knew the stock answer was, “I love you both the same,” but I didn’t. I loved some qualities about him that she didn’t have and she had some lovable qualities that I didn’t see in him.
Why Pro-life is NOT Pro Life
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.