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

            It was 1969. Atlanta Georgia.             The ER doctor leaned close and asked, “Are you sure you didn’t do anything to cause this?” Through my anesthesia, I mumbled no, but he knew I was lying. No one showed up … Continue reading CHIROPRACTOR