Conversations

Oct 31, 2011
Last week, Donald and I saw the photographs of a set of siblings who need a home. There are three of them, when we originally planned to only consider two children for adoption.  The oldest child is school-age, when we originally →MORE...

Seemingly overnight, Charlotte sorted out the difference between the questions “How are you?” and “How old are you?”  She still marches up to people to introduce herself.  “Hi,” she says, “my name is Charlotte.  I am two!  I have blondie hair.” →MORE...

Sep 30, 2011
    -  Okay, chickadee.  It’s time for us to get home and make lunch.    -  No!  No, Momma!  Cannot go!    -  Darling, we’ve been here for over two hours.  It’s time for lunch.  We can come back this →MORE...

Four days ago:       Charlotte wore her blue-and-brown striped polo shirt to the park.  A middle-aged woman approached us, all smiles and sweetness, to say hello.  “What’s your son’s name?” she asked me.       “HER name,” I →MORE...

The day before I lost my first baby, I went to the library.  I checked out Shogun, by James Clavell.  Two months later, I returned Shogun without having ever opened it.  I couldn’t handle the idea of walking inside the library, →MORE...