Her name is Amy Richards. I just read about her yesterday re-reading “110 People Who Are Screwing Up America - And Al Franken is #37” by Bernard Goldberg (an unfortunate title for a pretty good, but depressing read). She was #63 in the book. She was pregnant with “identical twins and a stand alone” and decided to abort the twins because she just couldn’t have triplets because she didn’t want to “start shopping only at Costco and buying big jars of mayonnaise.” She decided to abort the twins so she wouldn’t have to give up her walk-up in the East Village and could continue with her life as she wanted it. Apparently, she thought one child wouldn’t change things too much, but three would and she couldn’t accept that.
Wonder how her surviving son will feel when he grows up and reads her cold-blooded, heartless, frightening essay about how she “got rid of” (her term) his siblings?