“She’s broke. She’s unfit.” That’s what my ex’s lawyer told the judge as they tried to take my baby away.
The steam rising from the chipped plastic mug barely warmed my fingers as I rocked three-month-old Lily in the dimmest corner of our cramped, five-hundred-square-foot apartment. The radiator clanged in …
“She’s broke. She’s unfit.” That’s what my ex’s lawyer told the judge as they tried to take my baby away. Read More