by Ann Mongoven, Ph.D. MPH
Another Mother’s Day is here. Another candle is lit to honor the unknown birthparents of my Chinese-American daughter, adopted as an infant and now a young woman. She aches wondering about her birthparents. I ache being unable to convey the wonder of her to them.
In a chilling scene in Margaret Atwood’s novel The Handmaid’s Tale, the fertile handmaids—whose children have been stolen—become objects of international trade. After an environmental disaster results in widespread sterility, women’s fertility becomes a commodity bartered within a global dystopia. We who read and watch recoil.
Then we clamor off to the soccer games and music recitals of our children, who came to us from the bodies of others in other corners of the globe.…