The Designer Nursery Nightmare How My Mother In Law Shredded My Babys Childhood To Pieces And The Chilling Note She Left In The Crib

labels. There were frilly, stiff dresses made of satin, sparkly shoes that looked like instruments of torture for a newborn, and massive headbands with oversized bows. The room smelled of department store chemicals rather than the scent of my baby. Lorraine hadn’t added to Hazel’s life; she had attempted to erase our  family history to replace it with continue reading …