Florence Rice
Florence Rice
had an abortion in the 1930s.
I was sixteen when I had my daughter. They put her in my arms and she looked at me like, If you don’t want me, then I don’t want you either! You know, she just had that look, and I fell in love with her then. I began to dream about giving her the opportunities that I never had.
Later on, I sort of went with someone else and found myself pregnant again.
It was a midwife, a woman—she was very receptive, very warm. She did what . . .
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