Things I Tell My Kids
Am I enough? This is the wrong question. The better question is “Who am I?”. Because who we are, in the very depths and essence of our beings, is what matters. Everything that we do flows from that...
View ArticleBlack and White Upside Down
I am a person who is exquisitely content with the comfort of small things. I want things to make sense, books to have a happy ending, justice to win and everyone to do the right thing, simply because...
View ArticleLoving Wide Open
This process of parenting a child from another culture, language and heritage, has me constantly changing, questioning and fumbling. Many days it feels like chipping away at granite with a spoon. I’m...
View ArticleWhat Mr Darcy Taught Me About Love
Mr Darcy went missing almost 3 years ago. He came and went as he pleased, with very little interference from us, but he also stuck to his routines. He loved three things best, his kibble bowl, outside,...
View ArticleDraw your Story
One weekend last year, Chris and I sat in two full days of adoption based learning and training. We sort of slumped in our chairs like teenagers forced to participate in a group project. We were a...
View ArticleSomeday
I get the question often–“How’s it going?”. It’s a fair enough question and I usually answer with a smile and non committal answer about our present life going well, par for the course, all things...
View Article13
In November, in the midst of the holiday ramble from Thanksgiving to Christmas, our baby girl turned 13, surrounded by her aunties, cousins, and sister. We celebrated by kicking the boys out and eating...
View ArticleThursday Download
Sometimes the best stories are the ones that you don’t know how they will end. Maybe you know how you want them to end, but when you get there, it’s nothing like you imagined, but somehow, it’s even...
View ArticleHome
This business of adoption, or any parenting for that matter, is not for the fainthearted. I could string moments together like pearls, into a necklace of stories, that said that beauty and love triumph...
View ArticleMore from Bogota
I’m sitting in Bogota, in a tiny little apartment on the sixth floor. The coffee is dripping in the pot and arepas are warming on the stove. The ground is still dripping wet from the rainstorm, and...
View ArticleColombia #2
We have been in Colombia for almost three weeks now. I have not blogged as much as I thought I would because this process seems so intensely personal. Does that make sense? Our Maria Fernanda is so...
View ArticleColombia
We are here in Colombia! I have a huge new understanding of what it’s like trying to navigate life in a different culture. Other places that we have visited have had many English speakers or at least,...
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Who do I say that I am to make you want me? When we first met Maria, she was shy bordering on terrified. She hid behind a curtain of bangs, peeking out at the world behind a wispy shield. Her video...
View ArticleA Little Track Story
Chloe suffered a concussion in soccer. She was playing goalie and went down on her knees for a ball, and got stepped on and a knee in the head. She took a week off of school, and three weeks off of...
View ArticleBecause and Why
A sticky July, sixteen years ago, I was in Romania, the first brush strokes of new life stirring in my belly. Romania, 2000 The young street beggers followed our American entourage, hands outstretched...
View ArticleWeekend Rewind
I spent my birthday weekend in Pueblo this last weekend. I have to confess that my expectations were sorely crushed. The name “Pueblo” conjured up images of adobes with colorful doors, cactus and...
View ArticleThe Lost Coin
Edward told us that the kids at the orphanage came to them from various hard places. Some because of great loss, and some from places of great pain-because what other than great pain would cause...
View ArticleStories
In Haiti we met a man named Joe. He lived and worked at the orphanage. He told me he was a teacher and the “disciplinarian”. Joe made me a little nervous because he had an inscrutable, serious face. I...
View ArticleAspen Yellow
Sometimes I imagine I’m in the middle of a lemon cake. Usually during those times there is a lot of chaotic noise clanging in my ears. I’ve found it’s best to imagine that the noise is not affecting me...
View ArticleIt’s About Grit
We sat in the car after a humiliating defeat. The jump to competitive 11v11 soccer was a rude awakening to a group of girls who had dominated their previous division. Chloe played goalie for the second...
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