At midnight on New Year’s Eve, after the countdown and the kiss, my first thought was, “I will have an abortion this year.” Tellingly, it was the one remarkable event that I could foresee for myself.
April 6, 1989
At midnight on New Year’s Eve, after the countdown and the kiss, my first thought was, “I will have an abortion this year.” Tellingly, it was the one remarkable event that I could foresee for myself.
From the freeway a half-mile across on the other side of Rose Canyon, it must look like a muscle car convention in the glare of the floodlit parking lot. Someone says that the security cops have blinders on.