Today, I'm thrilled to be one of Mike Berry's stops on his blog tour featuring his new book, "Confessions of an Adoptive Parent." Y'all . . . As an adoptive parent, the hard truth is there are some things that I need to confess! (Any me toos?) Adoption and foster care are beautiful. They're also brutal. As Glennon
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.
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
"This one, mommy." "OK," I say in a voice much more cheerful than I feel. My daughter plucks a book out of the basket in which we keep our weekly plunder from the library. The cover shows an unusually rotund woman on the front, with a cover that insinuates, "This is where all