In 1967 I was born at Saint Mary’s Hospital in Santa Monica California. My birth certificate names me as “Babygirl McCorry ”. My mother was in her teens. I was adopted by a couple in their early thirties. My adopted … Continue reading A Wanted Unwanted Child

I lay in my twin bed and stared at the ceiling.  I twisted myself around in the sheets and worried myself to sleep. In the morning I drove to my classes at Queens College in my Honda Civic, shifting the … Continue reading Sweet Dreams

I am eight years old, sitting in the back seat of my mother’s mini van. The engine is running even though we are parked. My mother jiggles her leg nervously in the passenger seat. We are parked outside the Biddeford … Continue reading For Shame