BIRTHMOMMA

Twenty-five years ago today I gave up my firstborn, and it nearly killed me. It was a cold day with mean pelting rain and stormy dark skies. There was no sunlight the entire day. For many years I was certain God left me that day. I don’t talk much about that time — the ravaging pain, the societal shame, the bio confusion, the uncivil ignorance, the palpable anger, the bitter jealousy, the desperate loneliness. It Read more…