#212
It is Friday and beautiful out there. I find myself dreaming of being on a boat
more than writing a book, but I'm trying to stay focused. The bay is full of sail boats and there is a
tanker out in the ocean. It is noon and
hot and summery.
I just had a funny memory while listening to one of my
interviews. I remember lying in my
hospital bed and someone from the hospital coming in and asking me if I wanted
a picture of my daughter taken. I
remember thinking it was some kind of money scam or way for extra money to be
made like aboard ships or entering the Boston Aquarium. Anyway, I said, "no" because I
didn't have any money. But now that I've
listened to enough of these stories, I realize the social workers were making
sure moms went home with pictures of their newborns even if they were being
relinquished. Makes me sad, she was
beautiful at birth.
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