Pro-Choice

I am not one of those people.

In early 1974 my wife, then unmarried, found out that she was pregnant (not by me; I didn’t know her then). Roe v. Wade had been decided a year earlier, and abortion was legal. Most people urged her to have an abortion; her father was particularly adamant.

It was her choice, and after much thought, she made it. Her choice is named Jennifer. She was born a month early, after a difficult pregnancy, and entered the world at 3 1/2 pounds. I married Jennifer’s mother in 1979, and adopted her in 1989.

It was her mother’s choice. She could have chosen differently. She didn’t — but it was her choice.