Our lives are not all about us. If we are lucky, our lives are shared. And those who love and support us are on the journey as well.
The first few months of pregnancy asked me to think about my birth mother in ways that I never had before. What were her hopes for me? Her hopes for herself? And the unanticipated reasons that we couldn’t be together?
A few weeks ago, my husband and I boarded our plane headed back to the U.S. from Beijing. This was Continue Reading
Parents, how many times have you imagined what your children first looked like? Did you ever think of how small Continue Reading
For a long time (as long as I can remember) I’ve had these swirling, conflicted thoughts and feelings about being Continue Reading
When I was in my teens, I always said, “I’ll never adopt.” Why would I want my child to have all the Continue Reading
When did I learn that I was adopted? Well, I can’t really say. It was never a secret for the Continue Reading