Our Joy Knows No Bounds, or Lanes
30/12/2007
A few years ago, my life was roadworthy but lonely.
A few years ago, my life was roadworthy but lonely.
Even an unfulfilled wish list is worth composing.
At the barber, I looked into the mirror and saw the end of an era.
Once a girl is made to feel dirty, it becomes her lot, in perpetuity.
The heart is the engineer, common sense just a passenger.
In our 20s, we thought only about the cost of not doing things.
Finding the child I put up for adoption led to a bonus: my grandchild.
Repressed feelings of love, fear and sadness about the father who almost was.
I suspected the worst: he was seeing someone else.
I wanted the best for a 2-year-old, but even more, I wanted her.