On a recent breezy, balmy, Summer morning, I was at the corner of 2nd and Market, available to drivers who might ask for clinic and parking information. I walked quietly a little way down Marke...
https://everysaturdaymorning.wordpress.com/2014/07/14/the-bicyclist-2/
On Wednesday, while driving home after escorting, I was thinking about how smoothly things had gone on the sidewalk. When I turned from a busy road to a side street, there were ambulances...
https://everysaturdaymorning.wordpress.com/2014/06/26/reflections/
After several people told me it was time to go to breakfast, that we were done this morning, there was one last “scene” in the back parking lot. As I was walking to my car, a woman came acros...
https://everysaturdaymorning.wordpress.com/2010/09/26/a-woman-of-god/
Just for the record, we have yet to convince Angela that the unborn are not breathing air in the womb. Now that we have recommitted to ignoring the protestors and their ignorant words and a...
https://everysaturdaymorning.wordpress.com/2010/02/22/breathing-in-the-womb/
overheard a conversation this morning in the snow, out on the sidewalk. a client hollered at the 2 protestors as she went in the door. an escort repeated what the client had yelled, happy to ...
https://everysaturdaymorning.wordpress.com/2010/02/10/not-making-things-worse-or-de-escalating/
About one year ago, my 20-year-old daughter went to the clinic for an abortion. Her boyfriend and I went with her. We parked around the far corner, cattycorner to the White Castle. The anti-abort...