As we were about to board our flight, my stepmother suddenly breached the airport security checkpoint and tried to ki:dnap my baby right out of my arms.

Logan, standing just past the TSA checkpoint, our shoes still half-tied and the stroller folded clumsily against my husband’s knee. Our flight to Seattle had already started pre-boarding. I was holding our eight-month-old baby, Lily, against my chest, searching the front pocket of the diaper bag for her pacifier, when a woman’s voice screamed my name.continue reading …