I was nineteen when my brother, Warren, died in a single-car accident. He was eighteen at the time, our ‘baby of the family’ and we all loved him very much. His memorial…
Tag: Birth
My Half-Hearted Search For My Birth Parents
“I’m just curious,” I said on a Google Hangout a few weeks ago, “and I don’t know if that’s a good enough reason?” The calendar event read “We’re adopted lol.” I’d set…
The Grossest Stuff About Birth Other Moms Will Never Tell You
When you wipe away the romantic veneer of bringing a new human into the world, you’re met with blood, sweat, and tears (of all kinds), for many hours. But few women will…