Posts Tagged ‘a birth mother story’
fluttering fingers and moonlight twirls…
I didn’t mean to see her so big. Went looking for an address so i could send a letter that was for our eyes only and, like a dream, I found her instead. I wanted to make sure she’d heard me….to walk all the way to the edge and lean over the side to make certain that she’d…
Read MoreFacing into the wind and finally a face….
There are 100 counties in North Carolina, and I begin trolling through them all, searching the obituaries for a place I’ve got a homesick longing to see. I have to do something, my hunger to know gone so long unfed and I’m given over to the kind of desperate that makes you clutch and grasp…
Read MoreCheesecake with cherries and I won’t go away….
I want a quick time-out to say plain what this story is not. I’m not moralizing; don’t have an agenda. If I ever carry a sign, it would be to champion hope. Women face impossible decisions and need a tender grace, not oversimplified, whitewashed shoulds. I’m pro-life. Pro-choice. Pro-solution. Pro-people. There isn’t a whisp of politics about any of this;…
Read MoreThe story of “they”……
My childhood ended the night my water broke on a cold hospital floor. Mortified, I quickly apologized to the nurse who walked in and questioned, eyes still on her chart, “You’re still giving this baby up?” It was brisk business. “Yes,” the word comes from the far back of my throat and I’m embarassed by the…
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