It’s simple, yet complicated. The simple answer is that I am Pro-Choice and that should be enough. Unfortunately, simple is never simple enough.

When I went to the Women's March in DC last year, I drove up from Charlotte thinking it would be an exciting adventure. Little did I know how it would change my life.

Anti-choice protesters at abortion care offices yell into loudspeakers at patients seeking abortions. They are threatening, shaming, guilting, bullying, verbally assaulting, and abusive to them. I escort patients from their cars to the front door of the clinic to provide a buffer between them and the protesters.

Abortion is complicated. There are so many reasons that can bring a woman to an abortion clinic and those reasons are no one’s business but hers.

My first memory of of someone telling me what to do with my body was when a couple of older boys caught me in the woods and beat me up when I was ten.

“Stop acting like a boy,” they yelled at me as they pummeled my body with fists.

I have always considered myself an incredibly optimistic person. I believe that people are ultimately good, and that the right outcome will generally come to be. I walked through the 2016 Presidential Campaign time buoyed by the thought that we would soon have our first female president. And then....well you know the rest.