So interestingly, I’m not nearly as political on this blog as I thought I would be. I think there are a number of reasons for this, but it’s probably mostly because I rarely find it to be advantageous to get into a shouting match about most of the issues about which I feel strongly (which, you know, would be pretty much all of them). In the end, there is rarely a time when I will convince you, nor will you convince me, and we’ll probably just irritate each other.
But I also appreciate that the more you talk to people with your same views, the more polarized this country gets. And so I think it quite important to bring to your attention this beautiful piece of bipartisanship. I only hope that we can address other initiatives as gracefully.
This is part three in a four (plus)-part story about Baby Girl. This post will be the most politically charged, so please proceed with caution. Feel free to skip it if you prefer. Continue reading
This is the second of a multi-part series. To read the first part, click here.
At 22 weeks pregnant (that’s the fifth month for those of you who are math-impaired), we were faced with a decision: Voluntarily and consciously end what was nearly certainly a non-viable pregnancy, or let the pregnancy “take its course.” There are significant ramifications to both options that I think aren’t adequately conveyed by that previous statement. Continue reading
Let me preface this by saying this is an intensely personal story about an extremely explosive topic. I’m not trying to pick a fight. I’m not even really trying to make a political statement, though I recognize that it may be taken that way. I am certainly not trying to offend anyone. I just want to add our story to a discussion that’s recently been sparked by one family’s story. It’s a long story, so I’ll detail it in a short series. Continue reading