Tag: Rolando Carazo

Epiphany

So we’ve been having the same party every year since 1988. It’s the kind of party where I wear an apron the entire time and have a dish towel slung over my shoulder like I’m busing tables at the Holiday Inn Express. “Are you… Continue Reading “Epiphany”

Old Papers

We looked through old papers tonight, pages of them, some in English, most in Spanish, documents pulled out of a torn white envelope, each one signifying some step in the adoption of one of our three children from Nicaragua. In the papers there were… Continue Reading “Old Papers”

Looking for Ivania

I’d say it was ridiculous that someone in Europe happened on my blog and just happened to have been in the same orphanage with one of my kids. I’d say it was crazy and impossible. If it hadn’t already happened. Several months ago, a… Continue Reading “Looking for Ivania”

Lemons

This is one of those blog posts that’s going to get me scolded either by members of my own family or by the dreamy adoption people who believe that God personally selected the child they adopted.  I don’t care because the truth of the… Continue Reading “Lemons”

Mario

I fell in love with a little boy in Nicaragua 18 years ago.  Tonight he’s recovering from surgery in a hospital in North Carolina.  There’s a story here. I met him when I went to Managua to bring back our newly adopted 6-year old… Continue Reading “Mario”

Rainbow Bend

After I had a baby – as in gave birth to a baby – a friend remarked that I had the worst adjustment to motherhood of anyone she’d ever met.  She was right.  But I was undeterred, going on to adopt three more children. With… Continue Reading “Rainbow Bend”

So Hot It Makes You Cry

This is a re-post of a blog written last year. Seems appropriate considering Milwaukee’s recent weather! Now today was a pretty darn hot day.  I spent a fair share of it submerged in water at a local water park.  Yes, I know it’s Monday… Continue Reading “So Hot It Makes You Cry”

In Good Time

This is a story about going back.  Adopted kids going back to their country of origin is a rite of passage – or maybe a right of passage.  Our three adopted kids are all from Nicaragua.  The oldest, Nelson, lived in an orphanage in San Marcos;… Continue Reading “In Good Time”

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