At the age of eight, I remember brochures around our apartment showing buckets of aborted fetuses. Others just like it. This was apparently an anti choice tactic at the time.

I remember my mom breaking down in tears, gathering my sister N and me in her arms crying that she decided to keep the baby (now my sister T).

I remember praying to God for the health and safety of everyone's kids... even voting GOP.

And I have always been pro choice.

Because women and science... I'm not arguing.