I can tell you that for a country full of people dedicated to the idea of Christmas being around a baby born in a barn, few are willing to open their own barns because of the inconvenience, the mess, the uncertainty of it all.
I'll never forget my first Christmas after loss. Less than a week before that Christmas, my fallopian tube ruptured, and we lost the little baby we had already loved so much. In the midst of my loss, I went on a mini vacation with family where I was expected to shop, eat dinner out, and otherwise behave normally. I
When a foster child comes into your home, they do not come alone. They come with history. I'm not talking about the "stuff" of foster care: the what's and how's and when's of deep loss and love. I'm talking about the who's. When our daughter Leyla came into our lives through foster care, we
I have spent a fair amount of time waiting over the last several years. Waiting for a foster license. For a foster baby. For a court date. For an adoption. For the time to say hello. For the time to say good-bye. For a chance to say hello again. Waiting for a diagnosis. For a