When Addy was just a tiny baby, I got in an unintentional fight with some adoptive parents of non-white kids. (You can read my thoughts about that incident here.) I
When Addy was just a tiny baby, I got in an unintentional fight with some adoptive parents of non-white kids. (You can read my thoughts about that incident here.) I
Yesterday morning, Adelay and I went to Costco. This is a regular occurrence for us, and Addy knows the drill: eat graham crackers, smile at passers-by, kick feet out of
One year ago, we were thrown from desperate hope of one kind into desperate hope of another. It’s hard to remember, now that Addy is a crawling, babbling, Cheerio-gobbling little
It seems to me that we are very bad at both grief and joy. I don’t know if this is an American thing, or a Christian culture thing, or a
Perhaps in preparation for Mother’s Day, I’ve been seeing a lot of videos and articles about how hard motherhood is, particularly when you have young kids. Mostly, these are shared
Today I stress-shopped online, bouncing from swim suits to place mats in a desperate attempt to feel better. The trouble with stress-shopping online is that I rarely actually buy anything
I’ve been writing about our adoption expedition and what I believe about adoption. I’ve been filling pages and pages with memories and dreams and beliefs – letting my passion and
When I help Adam with house projects, usually my role is of a glorified clamp or shelf – I hold something in place while he measures, caulks, nails or whatever
I have a confession to make: I’m tired. I’m trying to do all the right things and volunteer in all the right places. I say “yes” when my church needs
I was all knees and elbows, with big feet and hands that grabbed, felt and explored everything. Now they were digging themselves into sand, which was strangely hard from recent