FOR 49 YEARS, I NEVER KNEW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TEENAGE GIRL AND BABY I ONCE SHELTERED. THEN A HOSPICE NURSE WALKED INTO MY ROOM, LOOKED AT MY NAME, AND SAID, “THE YELLOW ROOM.” WHAT SHE PULLED FROM HER POCKET MADE ME CRY.
The Yellow Room In the winter of 1976, a sixteen-year-old girl showed up at my back door. She was seven months pregnant, nearly frozen, and carrying everything she owned …
FOR 49 YEARS, I NEVER KNEW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TEENAGE GIRL AND BABY I ONCE SHELTERED. THEN A HOSPICE NURSE WALKED INTO MY ROOM, LOOKED AT MY NAME, AND SAID, “THE YELLOW ROOM.” WHAT SHE PULLED FROM HER POCKET MADE ME CRY. Read More