A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. […] Read more…
The Days After
A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. […] Read more…
The Day I Broke
A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. […] Read more…
China
A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. […] Read more…
The End of The First Day
A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. […] Read more…
The Beginning
A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. […] Read more…
Eliza Today
A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. […] Read more…
Eliza’s Friend
We went up to meet Eliza’s friend from her orphanage today.
She was so excited.
We took all the kids with us.
At first, Eliza seemed so awkward.
But before long, she was talking and laughing with her old friend.
I was overwhelmed with how connected I felt to her. She sat with the kids […] Read more…
A Letter to my Son
Dear Son,
Today I held your little hands in mine. It wasn’t a rare or extraordinary moment for a mother, just the routine activity of washing your precious little hands – your hands so young and so full of potential, so new and as yet so untouched. I thought about all that your hands will touch […] Read more…
