At twenty-seven, I believed giving up custody of my three-year-old daughter was the only way she could have a stable life. Twenty-one years later, she agreed to meet me and handed me a business card for the foster care organization she now led. When she explained why she named it “Second Door,” I finally understood that success had built my career—but it could never replace the years we had lost.
I was twenty-seven years old when I signed away custody of my daughter. People hear that sentence and immediately decide what kind of woman I must have been. Maybe they’re …
At twenty-seven, I believed giving up custody of my three-year-old daughter was the only way she could have a stable life. Twenty-one years later, she agreed to meet me and handed me a business card for the foster care organization she now led. When she explained why she named it “Second Door,” I finally understood that success had built my career—but it could never replace the years we had lost. Read More
