"When I was a kid, a strange woman would visit our house. Short, with stubbily cut hair, she would almost never turn to you..."

"... not responding even if you called her name. She dressed flagrantly, in patchwork clothing that she had sewn herself, and spent the entirety of her visits in a maelstrom of cleaning. Whipping the record player with a rag, banging colored pencils into a souvenir plastic cup, she appeared as some hybrid of the Tasmanian devil and a hobo clown. Yet she did appear, every month, and at the end of her appearances, I would hug her, tell her I loved her, and give her two kisses: one on each cheek. A strange woman, a strange ritual—even stranger because, as I knew, this strange woman was my mom."

So begins "Love and Other Disabilities/A British judge is forcing a disabled woman to have an abortion. As the son of a disabled woman, I can tell you: The decision is evil" by Harold Braswell (Tablet)(note that the British judge's decision has been overturned).