Last year, as we sat on their back deck, chatting casually about their home, the discussion turned to some of The Kiddo’s less than favorable traits. His adoptive mother said that she knew I didn’t agree with the diagnosis, and went on to explain why it was stay as it …
Imagine a house. On the outside, the grass is green, maybe there is a white picket fence. It looks serene, and picturesque. You want to live in that house, because it’s just so perfect. People keep telling you that it’s the perfect place for you to live. They keep talking …
“I’ve never known Mother’s Day without grief. I’ll never know it without grief. I would love to celebrate it, enjoy it, and …
So many times I’ve wondered what I could have done to make this adoption experience have a different ending. I know …
As I was growing up in a very religious household, apologies meant confession, repentance and a strong desire to never make the …