[CONFESSIONS] Making Peace With My Mother (and Myself)

First, I thought I had malaria—the infec­tious dis­ease born from par­a­sitic mos­qui­toes that infil­trates blood cells result­ing in death—but lat­er learned the only par­a­site was a bun­dle grow­ing inside me that pro-life activists called a bless­ing from God, but my moth­er deemed shame­ful.  The excite­ment of spend­ing 4 months study­ing abroad my senior year of col­lege in Ghana, a coun­try rich in cul­tur­al his­to­ry where the sun sets a lit­tle more beau­ti­ful­ly than it does in New jer­sey, quick­ly turned sour after the first six weeks in. After get­ting the news that I was preg­nant, I often won­dered if con­tract­ing malar­ia would have been bet­ter. …Read more at Ebony.com