Of course I got pregnant the first time I did it. So young, I knew nothing about sex nor what it might bring to my life.
Once my mother found out, I was completely left out of any discussion. Never was I asked what I wanted to do or told what my options were.
She was strong and decisive; a hard right, evangelical Christian and righteously anti-abortion. But she made a call to someone who knew someone.
I was told to start telling my school chums that I’d be vacationing in Mexico for spring break, for that was where she and I were headed.
And then, just like that, I had a miscarriage.
A watershed moment, I fully learned about hypocrisy. But I also embraced a different kind of faith.