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“Being adopted is like having blank chapters in the story of your life.” – Adult Adoptee I remember vividly the night after we had been matched with our son from Uganda. I lay awake in bed just sobbing, what I thought was a release of emotions carried these past two years of waiting. My husband…
I had saved my pennies for months. I said no to as many coffees as I could and finally boarded the plane to the Pacific Northwest. To Portland. To my baby sister. She was holding space for me to grieve. Follow the rest of the article here….
I cry everytime I take communion. Every. Single. Time. This is not true of me growing up. I was a good little Catholic school girl who grew up knowing the words to Hail Mary before I knew what the constitution was. Every Wednesday we went to Mass before school in our little plaid skirts,…
When my oldest daughter was in second grade a student in her class pulled a knife on the teacher. I was young and scared. And that is how I reacted: scared. I pulled her from the school and enrolled her younger sister and her into a private Lutheran school we could not afford. We ate…
I married a teacher. I mean he wasn’t my teacher when I married him. That would be weird and illegal and make him old. I mean I happen to be married to a man who became a teacher. My brother is also a teacher, as well as my sister in law. Many of my most…
When my oldest was six months old,we moved away from all family in the Mitten State to land locked Illinois. Three months married, moved to a residential home to care and raise High School boys. Twelve hormonal, eat all the food, wrestle all the feelings boys. You can do all of that math. It…
When I was in 4th grade I saw God. Well, at least that is what I told my friends. Brenda G had invited all of the important girls over for a sleepover. And by important, I mean, all the girls in class. Sleepovers were a big deal. You see, we only saw each other…
The other night we were watching the “Peanuts” movie. Or ask my youngest son what we were watching and it may make you blush. Those silly speech issues. All seven of us were discussing who we thought each character would be in our family. Such a fun thing to do. Until they got…
A few years ago I was in a horrible argument. I had sent a text I should have never sent. The minute I pushed send,I knew I had made a mistake. I had severed a relationship that I valued.I took and still take full responsibility for my part. But what happened after was not at…
When I was a little girl my mom would cover our feet with bread bags before we put them into our moon boots. It was not unusual to see little legs with bread bags on them during the cold Michigan winter months. Being the oldest of five and living on one salary we were not…