One evening I sat down at my desk in my home office, turned on the orange lamp next to me, and prepared to write by its soft glow. Before placing my fingers on the keyboard, I took a deep breath and sat there imagining the expectant parents somewhere out there, trying to make the extremely difficult decision to place their baby for adoption.

My gaze drifted across the computer to the framed photographs of seed pods, wildflowers, and ferns on the far wall while I contemplated what to write. As I started typing, I pictured myself writing a letter to a friend and just tried to talk to them in a friendly way. Read More…

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