We love abortion like we love babies

The darling, soft and joyful baby kept rushing toward my open arms...

Sunday afternoon.  You dawdled in civic square and I lamented this economic down-turned truth: those who love babies, those who hate abortions will, in fact,  seek termination and the resources to so.

Happy families enjoying the new, spring air, the sunshine, the breeze and blossom--will reconsider their once-fertile efforts. I know this because I have begun to navigate new and not-so-once-needy territory.

Oh, laughing and precious baby! How I love your mushy hands and pint-sized body. How I long to embrace your zest for life, your non-judgmental wish to hold my hands and bounce about. Thank goodness you are here and loved. Thank goodness you will go on to thrive. Thank goodness for your cuddly flesh. Thank goodness you come bearing divine gifts, the truth, a new kind of refreshing true love...

The Scarlet Option

There are no elephants in the room.

There are fetuses, embryos, sacs, pregnancies, products, monsters, aliens, sicknesses, mistakes, its, babies, contents, angels of god, precious children, living things, ghosts.

To throw away. Remove, discard, shed, let go, kill, contract, bleed, deposit, bury, pass, terminate, flush, destroy, massage, suck. Abort. Exalt. Move on. Feel relief. Cope.

No. I do not understand. No. I do not have those friends. The ones who have so many abortions and never used birth control ever, never tried to not get pregnant. You know. Those ones. No.

No, I do not know and I work with women who have abortions daily. Day in and day out. I don't know that perspective. I don't feel the need to insert information or education about pills and patches and rings and rods somewhere always around a sentence that includes abortion. Prevention. Ho hum.

Prevention is a glossy magazine, a wedding registry, the house in the nicer school district where all the kids are white.

Abortion wrote the book.