At the tender age of 17, I walked across this bridge, alone, into Downtown Pittsburgh, with $300 in my pocket that my mother had given me to get an abortion. I went into the Fulton Building (in the picture) and did what I was told to do. I didn't have a choice - if I did, I wouldn't have chosen abortion.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Another great read from the Anchoress...
A perfect and timely reminder from The Anchoress about how confession is just so good for the soul, whether it be a 7 year old soul, or any age.