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I am the monster they fear

The abortion didn’t hurt but the three weeks after it did. It was a low ache down deep in my belly, pressurized. I wore dresses to work so I wouldn’t have to button any pants. I was tired. Two weeks after, I was on a plane to Syracuse to judge an international news-design competition. No one knew. I didn’t tell my parents. I didn’t tell my friends. It was between my boyfriend and me. It…

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It’s 2012 and I can’t believe we are still having the same dumb argument about abortion

Permit me a quick rant this Sunday morning while the boys nap and I ignore some work I need to be doing. Not only can I not believe we are still having the same dumb argument about abortion, but I can’t believe things have deteriorated to the point where we actually, earlier this year, had an outrage-sprinkled discussion about the legitimacy of legal birth control. Really? This is why some of us still identify as…

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Monday-afternoon abortion musing

Lately there have been people at the corner of Union and … Claybrook? I can’t remember … around the clock, holding anti-abortion signs. (The only one I recall being able to read said, “Pray to End Abortion.”) I’ve seen an eclectic group of folks holding those signs. Saturday at nearly midnight, I saw a group of young white men in collared shirts holding the signs. My blood pressure, predictably, spiked. Abortion’s been on my mind…

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abortion Mississippi

Because Mississippi has no other problems to tackle

I meant to post about this the other night, but, well, shit. I can’t be counted on to do anything on time these days. Down in Mississippi, they’re doing their best to mimic South Dakota and pass a draconian anti-abortion law or two that would keep abortions illegal except in cases of, everybody say it with me, rape, incest, or in the interest of the mother’s health. I’ve been told that the Mississippi legislature pulls…

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