I’ve gotta be honest, this is a sad post to write, but it has to be said. The least supportive people in our lives are those in the adoptive community.
I’ve gotta be honest, this is a sad post to write, but it has to be said. The least supportive people in our lives are those in the adoptive community.
Yesterday I got to spend three hours at my new therapeutic riding barn with a big black Percheron mare. Apparently I was given her as a bit of a “test”
I told you yesterday about why hospitality matters so deeply to me. Today, I’m going to tell you some stories about church and hospitality, so gird your loins. After we
I’m the girl who cries at Bible Study, who sends super-depressing texts in response to thoughtful “how are yous”. I hear a critical observation about adoption or foster care and
I often hear from other adoptive families that the people in their life don’t “get it” – “it” being the unique struggles and emotions of adoption. I know how it
Do you ever wake up with your heart pounding at 2 a.m., wondering how you’ll ever go back to sleep if your health isn’t instantly perfected and bank account righted?
On Friday, we had our home study visit. Honestly, despite all the nerves, it was wonderful. Our social worker was joyful, thoughtful and we liked her immediately. Our home was
I like writing lists – ideas for new adventures, looking back on what I’m grateful for, hope as I teeter on the edge of a new year. Usually, on my
Last night, we went to see Catching Fire in the theater. I noticed, as I looked around the theater, how many posters and advertisements were for modern mythologies – the
I felt like I should be wearing sensible, closed-toed heels, a just below-the-knee skirt and a silken kerchief knotted around my neck. It was sunny, clear, perfect: 65 degrees in