Written as a narrative to my daughter, I wanted her to have the whole story.
Where she came from.
Why I placed her for adoption.
And how, for the next eighteen years, I hovered on the edges of her family, granted access by her generous parents, but I always wanted more. More for her, and more for me.
This daughter, who arrived before I was ready for her, redefined love and hope and family.
This unconventional memoir tells the story of a kinship adoption from the perspective of a birthmother. You will be pulled into this intimate narrative as the story unfolds. It will break your heart, then heal it, with new perspectives on adoption, openness, and the complex ways we define family.