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...
What if I told you that infant adoption isn't something to celebrate?
I just wrote my dumb letter for 2020. I do this exercise in futility every year, hoping for a different outcome every time. I spend days carefully crafting each sentence, replacing words if they seem too direct, too demanding, too pathetic. I reread it and sit with it for weeks, too afraid to put my… Continue reading Dumb Letter 2020
Moriarty, my fearless Tiny Cat, my Tiny Baby Kitten, my Morty-Cat, has traveled quite the road since we adopted him less than two years ago.
I had a baby! It was eight and a half months ago, but better late than never, right? Quick birth story: Our son was born underwater in our bathtub, in our darkened bathroom, into his father’s strong hands, just as we planned. No monitors, no bright lights, no prodding hands, no medical intervention, no strangers.… Continue reading I had a baby!
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.
I took a big leap today and finally did something for Summer's 11th birthday.
My mom is the mom so many wish they'd had, and I am so lucky that she chose to be mine.