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
They say hindsight is 20/20, and in this case, that is absolutely true.
We had no idea our family was incomplete until we met him...
She’s the worst person I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing. I wish I was exaggerating.
Every member of the triad tells a completely different story. My siblings and I have vastly different stories. The story of my biological mother is night-and-day-different from my story of being a birthmother. I've never met an adoptee nor a birthmother with the same story as me.