“It is my prayer for you that the significance of these words you’re about to write encourages you more than it overwhelms you. This truly is your chance to be Jesus – to speak life louder than shame, to honor the bravery of this woman, to acknowledge her sacrifice in choosing life, and introduce yourselves to her.“That 7 years of marriage could cause so much pain, love, and growth.
My husband, Marcus, and I just celebrated our seven year anniversary. While sitting down to watch our wedding video, I was flooded with memories of that time in our lives. Within two months, we got married, graduated, and moved to St. Louis from Iowa for my husband to begin his four year residency as an OB/GYN. We were so excited to begin our lives together as a married couple, and I could only see a bright hope for our future. how little did I know That 7 years of marriage could cause so much pain, love, and growth.
“Many stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of a people. But stories can also repair that broken dignity.”Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, author If you don't know it yet, here it is - my deepest desire … Continue reading Let’s Talk Photos for Your Profile
I shared recently the National Association of Black Social Workers position on transracial adoption, released in 1972 and not altered in any ways in the almost 50 years since. In their position, they take a "vehement stand against the placement of black children in white homes for any reason". They go on to write that black children … Continue reading Evaluating Representation in Your Home
Guest Blogger | Haley Ingleston To the mamas out there fighting to find freedom in the midst of their struggle, this one’s for you. To the mama that can’t seem to find contentment, I see you. To the mama crying over the unending guilt taking over her life, I’ve been you. To the mama that … Continue reading Guilt Wrapped in Grace
"I saw it again this week - an announcement and gender revel on Facebook for a beautiful couple who has waited so long for a biological baby. They just adopted recently. And the comments that flooded their post were filled with sentiments along the same lines of "I just knew you'd get pregnant as soon as you adopted". I know it's innocent, but can we be frank? The message being communicated to that child already in their home [to my child, to all adopted children] is that they are simply a stepping stone on the path to getting what one really wants. An act of obedience before the Lord answers the parents' real desire. It communicates that they're less than. That they're not as worthy. That they were a second choice, a "well, then...", a Plan B."
Guest Blogger: Abigail HoganAdoptive Mom, Wife, Partner on the Battlefield You never know what someone's story looks like, or the chapter they are in. At around 4:35 pm on November 7th, the contractions started getting stronger. A nurse came in, examined Mama W, and said “Baby is coming!” Four pushes and fifteen minutes later, K … Continue reading Playing on the Same Team
I pretty much cried my way through the first nine months of my second daughter’s life. I’m just going to jump right in and admit that. I’ve been sitting on her story for almost two years now – longing to tell it, but not knowing how to do it justice; not sure how to invite you into the beautiful glory of something that was simultaneously so painful.
Guest Blogger: Torie DimartileBeautiful Woman | Transracial Adoptee | Writer | Public Speaker “To love someone is to listen to their story.” I crawl under my bed and pull out a photo album. The cover reminds me of Monet’s flowers, coral and lavender brushstrokes, pristine enough for wallpaper in a dining room. The binding is … Continue reading Wreckage and Wonder
Guest Writer: Jade Bommarito I’ll be honest, when my husband and I first started exploring the idea of adoption, we had our research cut out for us. We had no clue where to begin, and the towering mountain of questions before us seemed slightly unsurmountable. I sat down at my computer one night and typed … Continue reading Iakwe, Jera | Hello, Friend