6/2/2022
by JULIA FRANKS
The pee test came up positive. There they were, two lines, side by side, rose and ghostly.
It was the 1980s, and I was a full-time college student. I’d just been dumped by a guy I was convinced I loved and I was trying to figure out what the rest of my life was going to look like. I was frozen with indecision, attracted to every kind of career. So many could-be lives beckoned and called to me that I found it impossible to decide on just one. Even choosing a single academic major meant a dozen other fields I’d never master, a whole array of breath-taking magical lives I’d never get to live.
Continued: https://msmagazine.com/2022/06/02/adoption-abortion/