Tag: Abortion

A Voice for the Voiceless

Voiceless I’m very smallI have no voiceI long to liveI have no choice They say my lifeIs worth lessThan my mom’sHappiness What they don’t seemTo understandIs even thoughI was not planned I’ll bring her joyAnd love galoreA smile, a laughShe can’t ignore Life’s too hardIs...

An Interrupted Cry Restored

Mary stared, blinking, at the urine-covered stick—Please, only one line—as two lines appear. She tried to imagine the child in her arms, but the impression wouldn’t jell. When far away an interrupted cry breaks her heart, she sees him clearly. She knows she loves him...

I Am the 1% — I’m Not Your Pro-Choice Poster Child

In the raging debate over whether abortion should be legal, those who claim to be pro-choice often cite cases of rape and incest as justifying easy access to abortion. What they fail to mention is that less than 1 percent of abortions are performed on...

100% of Statistics Are Just Numbers

Mark Twain popularized the saying: “There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.” But even when statistics are an accurate representation of the truth, they amount to nothing more than numbers. It’s easy to ignore outrageous statistics, like the fact that in...

Pondering 1984

I’m a big fan of dystopian literature, like Brave New World by Aldous Huxley and 1984 by George Orwell. I don’t know what draws me to this kind of story of a society gone wrong while attempting to make everything perfect (at least for some). I recently started...

Growing Peace in Forgiveness

Each time I see a Facebook post or Internet meme stating that abortion is murder, calling on us to save the babies, I feel a pang of anger. It’s not that I disagree with this truth. I do not. I know the medical facts that...

You Cannot Grow Peace from Murder

I read a post by Anne Lamott on Facebook the other day regarding the Women’s March. I kept coming back to one line: “You cannot grow tulips from zucchini seeds, or peace from murder.” Today this thought continues to resonate in my heart and soul...

Silent Whisper

I hear her whisper in the darkness Sometimes in the light I hear her giggle from beneath the frilly dresses at Costco Can I have one, Mommy? She’s not really there I silenced her voice thirty-five years ago But Jesus whispers, She’s with me ______________________________...