
How adoption changed my parenting
Monday, 6 February 2012
Sifting through the broken pieces and holding them up to the Light.
Around here we talk a lot about being broken. There’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.
I’m gonna take you back to my state of mind back in May, just before we heard of our Ugandan
The jig’s up. Being the mother of four kids, I can no longer slip things under their little radars. There’s
I wrote this post in Uganda. We’re home now, but I think I’ll always be finding my way in this
It’s been quiet around here. Many of you know already why. Between the days spent in preparation, travel, bonding and
You’re in Africa. You’ve been here more than four weeks. Four weeks, in a country that you love, in a
When I say I’m ready to come home, I am saying that I miss my boys, yes. I’m saying I
I wonder how the raspberries are doing back home. Barely tamed animals, reedy stems poke and spread and duck under
There’s an uncomfortable reality that I’ve had to get used to, coming to Uganda. By way of explanation: Here, I’m
“He’s REALLY late,” she says to me, and I can hear my voice in hers. “Can you call him again?”