Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
Latest Posts
-
My predicament
Talking about yourself comes naturally here in California. People open up to me at work, and I feel at ease talking about myself to practically strangers.
-
-
Here. There. Anywhere.
Driving up to San Francisco in Dad’s Volkswagen. Road trips are so familiar to us, but this particular drive brings back memories and makes us feel so grateful for the little girl we have, dozing off in the back. She is content, watching the tall exotic greenery alongside the windy and very wide highway. The…
-
Traveling together
Do we take our kids on big trips? Will they remember them? Is the hassle worth the outcome? In my heart I respond to all three: Yes!
-
The experiment
Work. Work nights and weekends during a trip of a lifetime, the first visit back home (my adult life home) with our new daughter.
-
Thanksgiving
Keeping up with each other’s social media really blurred the line of time and space separating us.
-
Three out of three
Jackie cries when I go to Work. And I feel like I enter into an alternate reality when going to work.
-
-
Misinformation is a very perverse enemy.
And when people pine for times they haven’t lived through is dangerous.
-
Week 1 of 12
It’s been nearly two years since we last visited. But after living here most of my adult life, I find everything quite familiar. The surprising part is that Jaclyn shares that same comfort and familiarity, as if she’s always been here as well.
-
Questions
Driving up to visit my brother and his family, Jaclyn singing loudly in the back seat, she stopped and asked: “why did you want a girl?”
-
