Love Keeps No Records of Wrong

Love Keeps No Records of Wrong

You Hurt Me I remember the first time someone called me ugly to my face. It hurt my feelings badly, and no matter how many times I have heard “You’re beautiful” since then, the comment lingers. It was my 9th grade year, and I was on the bus heading home from school. I...
The One When Love Rejoices in the Truth

The One When Love Rejoices in the Truth

I spent most of my adolescent years lying and being deceptive. I lied about small, trivial things, and at times, the lies were big and heavy. Once I grew into adulthood, I began addressing the reasons behind my lying. I discovered why I lied and what I usually lied...
One Size Does Not Fit All

One Size Does Not Fit All

Talking to Kids About Their Adoption Story I wish there were one perfect way to talk to our kids about their adoption—a simple, one-time conversation that covers everything and makes sense at every stage of their life. But the truth? It’s not that simple. Talking to...