I was 14 years old when I found out I was pregnant. Her father and I were no longer together, and I was being heavily pressured by my family to get an abortion. All my life, I’ve always recognized that when a woman was pregnant, what was growing inside of her was an actual baby…
I was 14 years old when I found out I was pregnant. Her father and I were no longer together, and I was being heavily pressured by my family to get an abortion. All my life, I’ve always recognized that when a woman was pregnant, what was growing inside of her was an actual baby…
I became a mama at 19. I turned 20-years-old fifteen days later, but technically being a teen mother was enough to bring on the disdain of my OB. It didn’t matter to her that I was married, that my daughter was planned and conceived in marriage, or that we were independent and financially stable. All…
At 17, as a senior in high school, my boyfriend—(who I had only been dating for a month—and I discovered I was pregnant. We had been best friends for six months before dating and knew each other well. We were terrified of our parents telling us we were ruining our lives. Before we got pregnant,…
I became a mama at 19. I turned 20 years old fifteen days later, but technically being a teen mother was enough to bring on the disdain of my OB. It didn’t matter to her that I was married, that my daughter was planned and conceived in marriage, or that we were independent and financially…
Live Action News – A Facebook post with a pro-life spin is getting a lot of attention – including over 160,000 likes and nearly 14,000 shares. Love What Matters shared the story of a young family who, when life could have knocked them down, stood together and triumphed over fear. “We made it TOGETHER,” writes the young girl…
This piece originally appeared on Secular Pro-Life’s blog and was written Erica Shupe. You wake up in the morning just like any other morning, but this morning turns different quickly. This morning you are stuck with an overwhelming feeling that you are about to vomit and you don’t know why. The smell of the eggs you’re cooking for…