Each October, in the atmosphere of Halloween and all the attendant witches, goblins, ghosts and skeletons, I am reminded of a ghost that resides in my own soul, a skeleton that lives in my own inner psyche’s closet. I mentally wish a happy birthday to a child, who this year would be turning

I grew up in a religious home where I was raised according to Christian values. I was fiercely devoted to the church – I believed marriage was for a man and woman only, abortion was murder and sex before marriage would be a grave dishonor to my future husband (although it turns out he actually

I’m still amazed by how something so poorly timed and so unexpected can result in a life with such significant purpose.Continue reading 

There’s no fetus fairy in the sky that’s giving out free babies to some women but telling me mine is on backorder. Someone else getting pregnant doesn’t have any impact on my situation.Continue reading