The fatherless/the Fatherless

My heart hurts tonight for the fatherless. For my little girl and all those like her across the ocean who live in tidy orphanages with predictable routines, multiple “mamas,” and “good” institutional care. For others beyond US borders whose orphanages are quiet because no one will answer, and where toddlers live with the constant stench …

12 Cents from the Heart

  Ever since we made our adoption journey public, one little girl has been faithfully giving to help bring our daughter home. A couple times a month, Darcee, age 8, hands someone in our family a dollar, a few coins, or an envelope with a few bills. Most recently it was 12 cents.

Love Can Be Sticky

Sticky Love Notes

  So many days I feel like the worst mother ever. My children complain about how unfairly they are being treated. I lose my temper and yell. The house is a disaster. We barely seem to survive the day. I get the feeling that they, too, think I am the worst mother ever. Then I …

Adoption Fund Raising Piece by Piece

Our family loves puzzles. The end of our dining room table is often covered by pieces of a puzzle in progress. Only puzzles can compete with Twitter for my husband’s attention. When we are working on a puzzle, he becomes addicted. (He says it’s because he didn’t do these kinds of things when growing up.) When …

Beginning Our Adoption Journey

Why would a family with five children spend the time and resource to adopt a child from China? Where did we get this crazy idea? In 2011, Mississippians had the opportunity to define life. Amendment 26 would have defined a person to include every human being from the moment of fertilization, cloning, or the functional …