It’s one of those good signs, no question. The other day, SD was telling me about a new classmate she wasn’t so sure about: “He doesn’t listen to the teacher.” Wait, what? more…
Signs Point to An Awesome First Grade
Now we’re talking.
Now we’re talking.
It’s one of those good signs, no question. The other day, SD was telling me about a new classmate she wasn’t so sure about: “He doesn’t listen to the teacher.” Wait, what? more…
Moooo!
Too big for my brain.
Wow. 13 years ago. more…
Meet the Beatles.
As far as I know, no photos, and certainly no videos, exist of my childhood family dinner table. What would I give to see, seated across the table from me, my older sister and my late parents? more…
First, trust.
When we first met FD in Wuhan, it felt like we bonded with our new daughter incredibly fast. I’ve read so many accounts of other adopting parents reporting the same experience: The match is magical, the connection nearly instantaneous. Boom. In Love. Um, maybe. more…
A special kind of commitment.
A week or so ago, Doc forwarded me a a part-time listing. (As a freelancer, I’m always on the hunt.) The local school district is looking for substitutes, and according to the listed requirements I qualify. I didn’t apply. more…
Oh, Mini-Me, don’t be scared.
I go to bed long after everyone else, and the last thing I make sure to do is look in on my girls. Last night — this morning, really — I found SD sleeping with the light on. It’s confusing, jarring even, to be standing over her in a brightly lit room this way. But I understand. more…