Seventeen years ago this week, I lay awake in a hotel halfway around the world, staring at the ceiling long into the night. I wondered, with anxiety, how I was going to rearrange my life to become a good mother to the adoptive twin daughters I would be entrusted with the next morning. My husband …
Category: Essay
In Our Ancestors’ Shoes
This week, Donald Trump signed orders that attempt to close the doors on immigration, to build a wall between the U.S. and Mexico, to bar green card holders from returning to the U.S., to bar immigrants for seven predominantly-Muslim countries, and one meant to punish sanctuary cities. He is also threatening a Muslim registry. How many …
A Child Named Hope
I take up "the pen" today because it's the only way I know to wrestle with disquieting feelings I've had recently. As a marketing person, I post to many social media sites - both my own and to those for which I work. One Thursday, about two weeks ago, I had a most unsettling experience. …
Reflections on Being a Parent
When I was without children, I was invincible, or at least could pretend to be so. My daughters are my Achilles heel. I am also at my strongest. I swallow fears and tears to give my children strength. I become part lioness, part super hero, to keep their world safe and happy.
Thanksgiving, Family and Chocolates
Family is like a box of chocolate. Sometimes you love them to pieces. Other times, a little goes a long way. But even the ones that are a little nuts sweeten your life.
Memories of Adoption Eve
On the eve of adopting our daughters, I found myself worrying about odder things than bonding and our twin daughters' health.
Out on a Limb 