I started to read That Kind of Mother because I was intrigued that a book about motherhood was written by a man.  Rebecca Stone has it made.  She has a loving husband, an adorable young son and a caring, efficient nanny who she believes is her good friend.  When her nanny, Priscilla, dies in childbirth, Rebecca decides with the consent of her husband and Priscilla’s family to adopt the infant.  Rebecca is a poet who goes through life not thinking of consequences or other people’s lives beyond her purview.  She doesn’t think of the problems involved in raising a Black child in a white world.

I ran hot and cold with That Kind of Mother.  Some chapters were poignant and/or insightful; others were vapid and didn’t seem to serve any purpose.