I am adopted. I love cats. I also love dogs. Okay, I love basically anything with fur. I was a child once. I apparently became an adult at some point. I am a birthmother. I tried...
Pregnancy is wild. It's like a rollercoaster, except the twists and turns of the rails differ every time you buckle in. Same ride, different track.
“Is this your first!?” It’s a question I’ve heard dozens of times over the past six months, and I’m sure to hear it dozens more times over the next six. It’s a question that, for me, has so many answers.
Our story of pregnancy and heartache in the face of devastating genetic testing results.
Because sometimes you need a reminder in order to stay positive.
My mom is the mom so many wish they'd had, and I am so lucky that she chose to be mine.
I remember sitting in my bedroom, the small room smooshed between the small living room in front and the small kitchen in back. I remember sobbing uncontrollably, holding my round belly with both hands, caressing my little one while she dozed in her peaceful bed.
Dear Birthmother, We are more equipped to raise your baby than you are. We have more money and more love to give. You can fill a hole in our lives by ripping one in your heart. And you will do it because you are desperate. You are a pawn on our chess board, and you do not matter. Sincerely, The Parents Your Child Deserves
There's something special about chocolate chip cookies. Almost everyone loves them. Their salty sweetness is just so satisfying. But all chocolate chip cookies are not created equal.
We had a plan for our road to parenthood, but the best-laid plans are often foiled!
I sent this year's dumb letter in the mail yesterday. It was probably the lamest dumb letter I’ve written them, especially compared to last year’s emotional keening about Summer’s Middle Eastern roots and the fears I have for her in Trump’s Muslim-hating America. I should have known better than to get emotional – they didn’t… Continue reading Dumb Letters…and Cookies