This has absolutely no connection to the themes of my own blog…. but it perfectly encapsulates what I am feeling right now, for some reason (and those feelings are those which are stopping me from updating my blog). Beautifully, lyrically written post. Painful and honest.
Last week, I became someone who never had children.
Before then, I was someone who simply didn’t have them. In March, though, I joined the waiting list for sperm from a bank that gives its donors names like “Woody” (or “Kim,” if they’re Asian). I read 17 pages of my guy’s family history and listened to his 10-minute interview.
“What advice would you like to pass on to your future child?” the interviewer asked.
“Life is hard,” he replied. “But if you can stay interested in things, it’s also a great adventure.”
“Staying interested in things,” simple as it sounds, is a full-spectrum anti-depression light box for the soul. Put me down for four vials! (It was a twofer deal). I loved this guy!
I even loved that he was only five foot eight. His family was full of short men married to tall women, so I figured they must…
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