Beyond the Binary: The Many Hands of May
Most Mother’s Day cards are written for a world of "one." One mother, one bond, one uncomplicated story. But my life has always been a story of "many." Before I reached the arms of the mother who raised me, I was held by Helen, my mother of origin. Next, a foster mother held and looked after me. For those first few precious months, she was the steward of my safety. When it was time for me to leave, she didn't simply hand me over; she left detailed notes of my routine and wrote in those notes that I was very hard to give up.


