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  • Someday

  • I get the question often--“How’s it going?”. It’s a fair enough question and I usually answer with a smile and non committal answer about our present life going well, par for the course, all things considered, and so on. The great thing about this answer is that it sort of satisfies everyone without actually saying[...]
  • 13

  • In November, in the midst of the holiday ramble from Thanksgiving to Christmas, our baby girl turned 13, surrounded by her aunties, cousins, and sister. We celebrated by kicking the boys out and eating chocolate truffles and plates of butter and sugar formed into lemon raspberry cake. Mafe cleaned the house from top to[...]
  • Thursday Download

  • Sometimes the best stories are the ones that you don't know how they will end. Maybe you know how you want them to end, but when you get there, it's nothing like you imagined, but somehow, it's even better. I had a dream once, years and years ago, about a house. It started with an idea, you know, I want to go here a[...]
  • Home

  • This business of adoption, or any parenting for that matter, is not for the fainthearted. I could string moments together like pearls, into a necklace of stories, that said that beauty and love triumph every time. I could only show the parts of our lives that celebrate happy endings, but I'd rather opt for honesty. [...]
  • More from Bogota

  •   I'm sitting in Bogota, in a tiny little apartment on the sixth floor. The coffee is dripping in the pot and arepas are warming on the stove. The ground is still dripping wet from the rainstorm, and puddles are gathered in small pools in the parking lot. We are close to going home, I HOPE. Chris and the kid[...]
  • Colombia #2

  • We have been in Colombia for almost three weeks now. I have not blogged as much as I thought I would because this process seems so intensely personal. Does that make sense? Our Maria Fernanda is so super shy, that making a public invitation to these moments seems intrusive as she straddles two different worlds, not sur[...]
  • Colombia

  • We are here in Colombia! I have a huge new understanding of what it's like trying to navigate life in a different culture. Other places that we have visited have had many English speakers or at least, English signs. Here we are in deep waters. My Spanish from high school is just fine if I need to ask something simple. [...]
  • Pages

  • Who do I say that I am to make you want me? When we first met Maria, she was shy bordering on terrified. She hid behind a curtain of bangs, peeking out at the world behind a wispy shield. Her video showed nervousness and excitement, and then in one moment, naked vulnerability. They asked her what she might want her [...]
  • A Little Track Story

  • Chloe suffered a concussion in soccer. She was playing goalie and went down on her knees for a ball, and got stepped on and a knee in the head. She took a week off of school, and three weeks off of track practice. She was able to start running, two days before the district track meet. If you ever wondered what the face[...]
  • Because and Why

  • A sticky July, sixteen years ago, I was in Romania, the first brush strokes of new life stirring in my belly. The young street beggers followed our American entourage, hands outstretched and tugging at my heart. We were told to ignore them, but this one little boy kept following me, hanging on when the others[...]
  • Weekend Rewind

  • I spent my birthday weekend in Pueblo this last weekend. I have to confess that my expectations were sorely crushed. The name "Pueblo" conjured up images of adobes with colorful doors, cactus and weathered barns. Pueblo was actually more like an unexpected visit to Oklahoma right down to the McAlister's Deli. (When the[...]
  • The Lost Coin

  • Edward told us that the kids at the orphanage came to them from various hard places. Some because of great loss, and some from places of great pain-because what other than great pain would cause someone to abandon a baby in the garbage? They wore their stories on their faces, like masks. Either to hide behind, or in a [...]