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An engrossing tale of two mothers—an adoptive mom from California and an indigenous Guatemalan birthmother—whose separate and radically different lives are connected by the son they share.

In her book, Throwing It All Away, Nina Owen confronts her grief after her son’s suicide.

COVID-19 shifted the pace of the world, at times almost stopping it, but Zibby Owens, podcast host and author, didn’t let the pandemic get in her way.

She’s worked on the pediatric oncology unit for three years, but since having Layla, it’s much more difficult to forget the specter of illness after clocking out.

She is the center of attention in her group of friends, bobbed and beaded, radical for their day, but none as beautiful or radiant as my mother, before the thought of me.

The decision that my daughter’s birth mother made, perhaps the hardest she ever had or will ever make, brought me the most happiness, and that is a strange balance to accept.

Child Psychiatrist Jonathan Schwartz Ph.D., who—full disclosure—is also my husband, claims that the book’s predictability is perfect for young readers. Although my background is less illustrious, I have read said text an estimated thousand times more than Jonathan Schwartz Ph.D.

For those hours, the fact of our baby would exist inside me and nowhere else.

If I died now, you wouldn’t know to cry for me. I suppose that’s a good thing.

The day he falls ill, he calls me from where he is staying in Brooklyn. “I collapsed at work last night,” he says. “I’m sick.”

This morning though, I am brimming with a restlessness I cannot place.