Reflections and diatribes is real time exploration of the twists and turns of parenting in adoption and/or foster care. The author is an adoption professional, an adoptee and adoptive parent.
The goal is to explore and inspire commitment and support adopted people and placements.
Are you a parent not burned out by the experience? Has your life been touched by foster care/adoption? Do you enjoy working with or being around teens? Have you ever made that call and didn’t follow through but the thought is still there? There isn’t…
Parenting – The final frontier. These are the voyages of the stout of heart. When thinking about adoption pick a big kid they make for a robust crew. Rough seas are sure to come the skillful sailor always keeps the wind at her back. Even the best swimmers…
Today we exercise our will and have a say in the great national conversation. I trust we will survive whatever the outcome. Vote your heart.
Three Whole Words, and Eight Letters Late: "When you’re in a funk, it can feel like months before you get...
"When you’re in a funk, it can feel like months before you get yourself "right". You find yourself doing things you’d never imagine yourself doing. Whether it’s taking an extra shot or twelve one night when you’re already faded, or sending a text or making a phone call in a time of weakness…
Everything I know and care about I have learned from the love that surrounds me. I came across a blog post written by my baby boy sometime in the last few months. We can miss so much as we go through life and I am moved by the spirit of my youngest son as he barges into his manhood. Thankfully we can revisit the moments that happen in a flash and are seemingly gone forever. Hey son let’s talk.
Softly whispering lies of devotion when all I know is not you at all. What we see often distorts what we’re looking at. Truth has a self centered context lacking anything to do with what’s real. #It’s not you it’s we.
Becoming parents:a choice most people make while dragging around an avil of junk they won’t even notice until it’s already too late.
For Father’s day I’d like to thank my wife for making all this possible. When we can make those around us better…relationships thrive. Love is only the beginning. http://ow.ly/i/2lcFC
Some will find little joy in the Happy Mother’s Day proclamation.
The weight of a less than picture perfect motherhood too much for celebration.
Some will feel less than with no pregnancy to recall or infancy to reminisce.
The sting of lost will push…