1950 Her sisters knew what had happened. Her mother knew, bore the pain for the rest of her life of watching her daughter die senselessly. The nurses at the hospital who cared for her mutilated, infection-ridden body for nearly two … Continue reading Lullaby

I pick up my pen to shed the shame and stigma. I had an abortion.             I don’t regret my decision, but I have not healed from the traumatic experiences anti-choice people, institutions, and policies forced me to endure. The … Continue reading Hands Off My Rights

The moment when the doctor inserted the cannula into my cervix is frozen in time. The cervix was violated against its will to keep out all else. Until the moment of delivery, it decides to efface, dilate, and offer up … Continue reading The Cannula