Tag Archives: Holt adoption

But here I was, eleven years old, on the verge of becoming a big sister, and I had blown all my chances to learn about taking care of a baby. What if I dropped her? What if I tripped and … Continue reading →

td p { margin-bottom: 0in; }p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; } That December in 1961, enroute to becoming a big sister, thinking about my ill-fated dolls, I said, “Mama? You always tell your friends I’m a tomboy. So why did you … Continue reading →