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…
The Fat Church
Today I’m overwhelmed with a concern I must share, and I may offend some in the process.
We call ourselves the church, the body of Christ. But sometimes I think saying we’re Christians means no more to us than saying we are white or black or live in America or Costa Rica. We leave our […] Read more…
The Early Days
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…
Just Pictures
I Digress
There has been much discussion throughout some of the groups I have chosen to share my blog in about my using the word, ‘rescue’ when I speak of adopting our daughters. I’ve read many comments from deeply pained older adoptees who feel hurt by the use of the word rescue. To those people, allow […] 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…
Sharing a friend’s blog.
This is a post written by a friend in response to the many negative comments written about my sharing the difficulties I had bonding with Eliza. It is excellent and well written and well worth your time to read it.
You can read it here, The Light of Home.
I will continue my plan […] Read more…
