“You have the million-dollar family,” he drawled, “one girl, one boy.” His well-intentioned assessment of our family of four felt like a small stone in my shoe. Each step brought a blistering chafe th…
This guest blogger is my childhood best friend, Andrea Esh.
Chill to the core and one of my favorite people in the world.
Here is her adoption story.
Birth mother.
To some that word strikes fear…
They walked into the restaurant alone, with no kids to corral or scrape off the floor.
Jeff and Angie have agreed to meet me for lunch. I was expecting their youngest son to join us, as today was a…
The first time I looked at him, he was grayish and wasn't doing his one job very well.
Our first baby needed extra oxygen and a short stay in the NICU before coming home to live with us, his under-pr…
It is the best of times to be female and it is a lousy time to be female.
But mostly the best, with only a trace of lousy.
As everyone attempts to define women, decide their rankings and judge t…
He turned his melty brown eyes to look at me as he confessed the saddest moment of his day. A kid in his class had done the unthinkable. They had called him a baby.
I tried to pull off a …
I'm tempted to think it is because I am an unemotional, cold-hearted jerk.
Maybe you are tempted to think it is because I never carried him in my belly and my attachment is not as strong.…
Whether our kids are in favor or not, most of us are waving goodby to a carefree summer. Schedule and routine are about to become the norm again. (This is me high-fiving you for surviving another summ…
My kids struggle with changing their undies and their sheets, much less the globe.
Two of them are currently grounded from the X-box, one of them is in the throes of The Terrible Fours, and the res…
Growing up, I watched him open Father's Day cards like a classic North American dad and I told him I loved him on a weekly/monthly basis. Probably. If you don't count a few of the teen years.
I did…