A Celebration of Choices

I'm still processing and trying to cope with the news of Dr. George Tiller's murder last week. There are so many thoughts and feelings. I'm struggling with anger, despair, and rage.

But, I'm trying ever so hard to dwell in a different place. I'm trying to find the real meaning and heart of the work of Dr. Tiller and others providing abortion services. I believe that it is about hope and possibilities. It's about allowing women and men to decide when they embark on this wondrous and challenging journey of parenthood. Yes, reproductive freedom is about difficult, heart wrenching situations, but it is also, at its core, about being allowed to wait for wondrous experiences and honoring them.

In the wake of this tragedy, I'm trying very hard to remember the celebration that is chosen pregnancy and parenting. It is from this place that I will keep on working for reproductive freedom.

The tests that told us that C. and J. were on the way!


  1. oh thank you for this lovely post. I get so angry and flustered sometimes I can't even speak my beliefs and so when others do it for me in an eloquent manner, I can only extend my thanks! Seeing those little plastic sticks gave me a lovely flashback of when I found out I was pregnant and all the wonder that came with that moment...

  2. I'm glad to see we are not the only ones who saved the pee sticks. I have mine in a baggie in my underwear drawer and was recently thinking "What am I planning to do with this?? Put it in the baby book?? Pull it out at a family gathering?? Seems a little unsanitary considering what we all know is on it... Every day when I grab my clean panties I see it in the drawer and it puts a smile on my face. Guess that's why I'm saving it...