The following is an excerpt from How Did You Find Me, a sweet story about love lost and found again. Crossing over decades, the book weaves together the narratives of an adopted woman, her birth
Adoption: Recognizing the loss for all of us
I witnessed something unexpected this weekend---a swirl of pain in a normally safe place. A group devoted to conversations about parenting adopted/foster children with connection, a group teaching
For the Love of a First Mom (Birth Mom)
Last Friday my son arrived home from school with a friend. He opened the front door, calling out, “Hi, Mom!” Turning to his friend, he added, “Dude, I have two moms. That means I have eight
Olivia is One: Life after placement
I am behind as Olivia is almost 13 months old but I finally feel OK to talk about this milestone without bawling... I was SO SO fortunate to celebrate Olivia's birthday, smash cake included. It was
I found a reason for living, found a reason to love again
Today I was blessed with the privilege of going to Olivia's 4-month doctors appointment! It was an amazing experience. The doctor said she will be a little one, but she is way ahead developmentally.
A Birth Mother’s Experience: The Holidays and Open Adoption
The holiday time is finally upon us and I'm excited/dreading it. Last year was so different for me. I was pregnant and seemingly alone. I had very little support once some of my family members
Open Auditions | Wonderlust Productions Adoption Play
Wonderlust Productions is pleased to invite members of the adoption community to audition for a new play based on the experiences of people in Minnesota affected by adoption. The play is a
The Playbook
A birth mother and adoptive mother reflects on adoption reunion There are playbooks for all sports, directions for electronics, assembly instructions for putting together furniture and even
My Messy Beautiful | A Birth Mother Becomes an Adoptive Mother
Ever since I was a little girl I knew that someday I would be a mom. My sister, neighborhood friends, and I would play house for hours in the old barn. We would dress up in my mom’s old prom dresses,
