Stretch Marks

My man and I had all but abandoned the dream of becoming parents after enduring miscarriages, ectopic pregnancies, and a devastating failed adoption. Then out of the blue, a call ignited a spark of hope and within weeks we’d been smittened by two abandoned toddlers in Ciudad Juárez, Mexico, one of the most dangerous cities in North America. Within months, my American bravado, and Mexican heritage emboldened my decision to live in Juárez, but I was unprepared for the onslaught of isolation a...