Karen Fowler

Coming home seemed to have started the healing process. No longer vivid and garish, the memories seemed to be covered in gossemer, fading behind a curtain of time and forgiveness.

One couldn__ be selective when remembering the past. Ignore the turmoil, chaos and pain _ and the truly great memories would not shine with such luster.

My life has been shaped by the decision two people made over 24 years ago. They decided to adopt a child. They got me, and I got a chance at the kind of life all children deserve.

The desire to procreate, in some, is so strong that it creates a sort of tunnel vision in the afflicted. One can__ see beyond trying to make a baby, and they never stop to think about what it will really be like once said baby has in fact, arrived.