This is my 16 year old daughter, Abbie.
When she was brand new to the world, I was responsible for her body—feeding her, bathing her, getting her medical care when she needed it, and all the rest that’s involved in keeping a body healthy.
As she has grown, she has gradually taken over . . . → Read More: A Uterus Is Not a Machine, My Daughter Is Not a Farm Animal, and I Am Not Happy