In 1968, when I was adopted, my parents had their pick of babies. Literally, they were told to come on down to the Women’s Pavilion in Winnipeg, where I was born, and pick out which newborn they wanted to take home. It was like a baby farm, in those days. Rows of babies, born to unwed mothers in an … [Read more...]
I Am Her Real Mom Too
Questions I get about my Korean daughter: “Do you know anything about her real mom?” “Do you think she’ll ever find her real mom?” “Are you her real mom?” (People often italicize this word in case I am a bit slow on the uptake and don’t catch their … [Read more...]