I had a second trimester abortion. I was pregnant with a much-wanted child who was diagnosed with a genetic abnormality. I made a choice to terminate the pregnancy. It was my third pregnancy, and I was very obviously showing. More important, I could feel the baby move.

My father is sure that Israel keeps the Holocaust from happening again. I worry that it might hasten its recurrence.

Think about it, I say. How many straight men maintain inappropriately intimate relationships with their mothers? How many shop with them? I want a gay son. People laugh, but they assume I'm kidding. I'm not.

It's incredibly important to me that my children don't put anything in their bodies that they haven't tested first - that's how you end up dying.

The thing I believe in most in the world is my own fallibility, so I am willing to believe that I may be wrong too.

If producing a regular column is living out loud, then keeping a daily blog is living at the top of your lungs. For a couple of months there, I was shrieking like a banshee.

I just don't have a lick of optimism left in me.