Sorry for the delay with my posts. The weather has been wild over here. We lost internet connection completely yesterday. (I still had the hotspot on my phone, but it's hard blogging that way.)
Here's a picture from my parents' house last night.
To Recap: I'd been traumatized, by a teenage mother who wouldn't look at her baby, by a grandma who was more concerned with baking than holding her own great-grandchild. I couldn't get over the baby in the laundry basket, or my friend who turned into her own druggie mother.
At some point, we've each felt like the teenage mother did.
Last week I got another critical email from someone who read The Golden Sky. She disliked many choices I made. . . .
"Don't know. Don't care," she said.
"What? You don't know?" I couldn't imagine her not caring, but maybe that's because she did care.
I knew what I needed to do, and I did what was right. That's all there is to it.