Babies in boxes . . .so much of my early existence was boxed up and hidden away. Secreted in a dark corner of my birth mother’s heart. Locked up in social services offices where I was not allowed to access any info.

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My Other Mother, My Other Self: working title/cover for my in progress. Was thinking of Nancy Friday’s My Mother, Myself… and how it’s doubly complicated for those of us with 2 mothers!

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