It was 1:20 p.m. on a Friday. I was on AUT, and all I could think about was getting home. Exhausted, I was more than ready to change into sweatpants, collapse onto the couch with a bag of Gardettos and...

A camera slung on my back, the scene in front me played out like a silent movie. A few picketers parked outside of Planned Parenthood waved their signs up and down; their eyes bore holes in my back as...