![]() Her and my brother’s father actually went on dates, made plans to spend time together, and called each other names like “Baby” and “Sweetie.” ![]() She had him with a man she loved, and who loved her back. Her first child, my brother, was already sixteen. He was the “way” she never intended to bring another baby into the world by. ![]() The coworker turned friend that became a lover. What she meant was, she didn’t want a baby with him. It was adding to the frustration she felt burning in her hands. She moved the phone to the other ear to let it unravel. The thick white extension cord sticking out from the bottom of the phone kept getting caught between her wrist and her forearm. Eisenhower was president and when many women had babies they didn’t want or couldn’t afford to keep but with no money to stop them from coming, they let ’em grow anyhow. They’d known each other since they were four. ![]() On the other end of the phone was her best friend. ![]() In this excerpt from the book, she shares a powerful prolife story. I’ve written before about my appreciation for Jackie Hill Perry’s book Gay Girl, Good God: The Story of Who I Was, and Who God Has Always Been. ![]()
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