Category: Adoption

Hard Truth

“Your daughter says your family has more conflict than average.” It’s wasn’t my first IEP meeting*. I knew the drill. But it was the first IEP meeting for this child who at the time was a 13-year old going into 8th grade.And it was the first… Continue Reading “Hard Truth”

Finding My Son’s Mother: Not My Riddle to Solve

I thought I’d found my son’s mother. She had the right name. She was about the right age. She was born in his country. And she looked like him. I enlarged the photos of her on Facebook, studied her face. She was stocky like… Continue Reading “Finding My Son’s Mother: Not My Riddle to Solve”

The Rusty Chain

Not everything about abandonment is sad. Take this beefy blue bike, for instance. One person might figure Beefy Blue was junked, its chain too rusty for locomotion. Another might see the same old bike as an opportunity to sail down the street with a loaf of bread… Continue Reading “The Rusty Chain”

Grab Them and Run Up the Hill

We sat in beach chairs facing the Pacific Ocean. Our teenage kids jittered around us, the change in their pockets rattling, their eyes darting up to the hill that held San Juan del Sur’s business district and the town’s only internet cafe. They weren’t… Continue Reading “Grab Them and Run Up the Hill”

Place of Adoption

  The woman wore an apron and carried a tray that hung from straps over her shoulders. Her cookies were arranged in rows. She sold them one by one. She came to our table and reached out, a cookie in her hand. “Galleta?” she… Continue Reading “Place of Adoption”

Two a Day #19: Home Field

Some people remember everything about their lives. And even more about their children. I’m not that way. Much of my life is a blur. That’s not an age thing, I’ve always been that way. If ever someone lived in the moment, it’s me. But… Continue Reading “Two a Day #19: Home Field”

Part 3: National Adoption Month

I do have regrets but I’m not sorry. Sometimes I think I overreached. Often I believe I underachieved. I cast myself as an heroic mother but I was an ordinary mother posturing. I spent months and years renegotiating my expectations of my children and… Continue Reading “Part 3: National Adoption Month”

Part 2: National Adoption Month

The great ruse of adoption is that except for the fact that an adopted child isn’t biologically born from the person mothering them everything else is the same. It isn’t. The Hallmark cards with the beautiful cursive verses that talk about a child being… Continue Reading “Part 2: National Adoption Month”

Part 1: National Adoption Month

It’s National Adoption Month so here’s my trilogy of adoption posts starting with this one, the question: Do you ever regret adopting? The answer depends on who is doing the asking.  If it’s another adoptive parent, I say what’s true. Sometimes.

The Ghost of Adoption Future

I’m a member of a Facebook group of people who have or are going to adopt children from Nicaragua. I joined because we have three children adopted from Nicaragua but it was a long time ago – 1986, 1988 and 1994. Still, it intrigued… Continue Reading “The Ghost of Adoption Future”

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