"Four seems like a good number," he says to me. Glass of wine on the edge of the coffee table. The three girls are asleep and we're getting ready to watch a television show on his laptop. I kick and scream inside. I'm done. D-O-N-E. But my verbal response is sincere too, "Yes. Four seems […]
Two months before my wedding date in January 2002, I started taking The Pill. I don't remember feeling particularly conflicted about it. Most everyone I knew was on it. The OB/GYN at the college health clinic handed me a script without blinking; she probably wrote dozens a day. The tiny discs of pastel pills promised […]