When I was eight years old my sister-in-law gave me a tiny gold pin. The pin was in the shape of baby's feet. She told me, "These are the size of the baby's feet at six weeks old." I was enthralled. So tiny. So perfect. And unfortunately, so incredibly vunerable. Then she explained to me the work she was doing for the Ohio Right To Life organization, and I knew I wanted to be involved with saving the pre-born.
When I started writing Misconceptions, the death toll for babies murdered in America stood at 50 million. What a devastating statistic. Sadly, by the time this novel is published, that number will increase to over 53 million. Each and every life that was taken was of value to our Lord.