A Slave Mother's New-Born Child
SEVERAL months passed, and I became a mother. My dear white lady, in your pleasant home made joyous by the tender love of husband and children all your own, you can never understand the slave mother's…
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Becoming a parent
One threshold, met from more than one vantage.
Stories from inside it
The Days Fly By Like a Little Brook
We do not go out often, and we entertain very little, yet my life is always full. Splendid! I divide my days between my dear husband, my housekeeping, and my children—both my own and the adopted ones.…
Waiting for the Cradle
My Dearest Moedertje: How can I thank you for the precious little frock that you have given our baby. It has all the more worth in our eyes because we know under what circumstances you have worked th…