MaryBeth loves children. She always has. When she was a little girl, she had a routine. Every night, she gathered up her sisters’ dolls in the corner of the living room. Her mother would stand in the doorway and smile as MaryBeth sang them lullabies and tucked in each of the 10 babies with small pillows and blankets.
MaryBeth was 25 when she married a pilo
Continue Reading on New York Times
This preview shows approximately 15% of the article. Read the full story on the publisher's website to support quality journalism.