Add my voice to the march for choice
My abortion was neither a trauma nor a fight. At the time, I lived in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where there was an excellent women’s health clinic and a Planned Parenthood that offered confirmation of my pregnancy and the means to terminate it. No crowds stood outside these facilities holding “Baby Killer” signs. I did not walk a gauntlet of so-called pro-life demonstrators yelling at me to change my mind about the procedure.
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