By Jake Rossen
By Jesse Marx
By Michelle LeBow
By Alleen Brown
By Maggie LaMaack
By CP Staff
By Jesse Marx
I was completely heartbroken as I read Stacy and Ty Mooney's adoption ordeal ("Gone Baby Gone," 3/12/08). Eleven years ago I was 18, and when I was almost eight months pregnant I came to the realization that I was being overly idealistic and that my son shouldn't be an experiment and that he deserves to be led into the world by parents who aren't just equipped, but ready and praying to take on such a precious responsibility. I loved him so much and wanted to keep him more than anything; I felt like my heart was in shreds. I physically ached to the core at the thought of not being his mom. But I knew that I had to basically set aside maternal instincts and go against Mother Nature for his best interests.
I was set up to meet Jim and Geri after seeing their profile and pictures at the open adoption agency. The moment they walked in one month before he was born, I knew they were meant to be his parents.
We spoke daily, and a couple of weeks later I found they still weren't putting the finishing touches on the nursery because they were too afraid to let themselves get excited, because they had been chosen once before and the mother decided to keep her baby.
I all but begged them to trust me and to get excited because they will be new parents soon. How could I keep him, knowing what he could have with them? To keep him, knowing that he could have so much better, seemed selfish and unfair.
I couldn't imagine taking him away from them after even one day. They were madly in love with him the second they held him just minutes after he was born. If he had been ripped from their lives, I don't think they would have ever been able to recover. Knowing how deeply they love him, I can empathize with the Mooneys. The ways that [attorney] Daniel Giles doomed the couple disgusted me, and I am just so sorry his negligence caused things to end the way they did.
If anything, I hope their story saves future couples from having to go through anything like that. I hope that maybe, just maybe, a pregnant woman who is confused and at a loss for the right answers will read this article and see for herself that she can give her baby the world, and that it's okay to allow people like the Mooneys to be the ones to do it.
Sarah Dosdall, Minneapolis
Your new food reviewer is scrumptiously succulent. Dara Moskowitz had pizzazz enough, but her self-obsessed ramblings left me consistently bored. In fact, I couldn't read it. But Rachel Hutton—she's substantive, informed, witty, and a damned fine writer to boot. Suddenly I'm interested in food! As a reader I feel fully engaged throughout her articles, and I end up wanting to visit the restaurant reviewed. I recall reading last year that the Twin Cities' restaurant scene has been on the decline. Rachel Hutton could save it single-handedly. CP, you've done yourselves proud.
Patrick Noonan, Minneapolis
I'm pretty sure this story is bullshit, along the lines of Scott Thomas Beauchamp's articles at The New Republic ("A Soldier in Winter," 3/5/08). You might want to consider taking it down, or have your reporter make some sort of attempt to verify the events described. Otherwise, it's just poor fiction.
Mark McManus, Minneapolis
The story "Jesus Weekend" (3/5/08) represents what might possibly be the worst exercise of editorial judgment in Twin Cities' journalistic history. The opening salvos suggest that Teens Encountering Christ rival the Freemasons in secrecy. Readers eagerly flip pages seeking details of drug- and alcohol-fueled teen orgies. The story promises an opportunity to expose Christians for the nasty hypocrites they are. The truth is that TEC is innocuous to the point of uneventful, as evidenced by the few concrete (and zero titillating) details provided. A couple of cigarettes smoked and hearsay about sex and drugs shared around a picnic table were the extent of the debauchery. At worst, TEC bored a group of teenagers. At best, it actually helped a few. Horrors. "Jesus Weekend" should have been handed back to the author with an admonishment of "Sorry, no story here."
Thomas Bonnett, St. Paul
OKAY, ENOUGH ALREADY, WE GET IT. CITY PAGES HATES CHRISTIANITY AND POLICE OFFICERS. MOVE ON!!!!!
Andy Carlson, Minneapolis