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Accidental Joy

From: Birdie Jaworski
Length: 00:05:53

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Two decades ago I was raped on the edge of a college campus. I got pregnant. I gave my baby girl up for adoption. Last year she became an adult and contacted me. This is my story.

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Review of Accidental Joy

It has the makings of a tragic, dark and disturbing story. Yet, Birdie Jaworski doesn't allow you to dwell nor feel sorry for her.

Her narration is reflective and at almost upbeat. She describes the rape in (her own words) short, plain sentences.

The writing is crisp and textured.

Her story proves that time heals.