LoveChild: Reflections From a Former Ugly Duckling - N. J. Lindquist
For the past few years, I've been working on a memoir. Writing this has taken me down a number of trails and taught me some unexpected things about myself.  

I had originally intended to publish a book, and had actually gone so far as to format the first 80 pages into book format.

But over the last few months, I've decided that for the time being it makes more sense for me to blog my story. I can always put it into a book later on.

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To catch a glimpse of what LoveChild will be like, here’s the opening to my award-winning true story, “The Diamond Ring,” which was published in the anthology Hot Apple Cider.

The other guests at the birthday party appeared to be having a wonderful time. I was counting the minutes until I could go home and read a book or design more clothes for my paper dolls. As soon as we’d eaten the birthday cake, I said I had to leave early. Dressed in my best party dress and my white sandals, carrying a little basket of candy and trinkets, I fought to hold back the tears that started the moment I closed the door….

It was 1955, and I was seven years old…. 

One more thing: the word "LoveChild" in my title has more than one meaning:

1. Lovechild is another term for a child born out of wedlock. Otherwise known throughout history as a bastard. I grew up not knowing anything about my birth or my natural parents. Had they loved me? Did it matter? I didn't know.

2. As an adopted child, I was loved by the people I called Mom and Dad, even though they weren't my natural parents. I was truly their "child" and they loved me.

3. I grew up knowing from a very young age that God was my best friend, and that he loved me. Always. Even before I existed. I am truly his LoveChild.

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