A temporary stay-at-home dad muses on the finer points of baby care.
As she prepares for the adoption of her third child, the author knows it is not just she who must be ready, but also the 9-year-old girl she’s fallen in love with.
Our preteen biological daughter felt some jealousy of the baby we adopted internationally, but, for the most part, we've all settled into our new roles.
My new child opened up my apartment — and my world — to a new group of friends.
Yes, solo parenting is hard work. But the freedom is good, too.
By contributing squares filled with a prayer, blessing, hope, or dream, my friends and family became part of our adoption.
Food has always drawn my family together. While I wait for my daughter, I'll begin reaching out to her in the best way I know — through cooking.
As we marched through the approval process, my nerve was steady, my spirits high. But my fingertips failed me.
Our open adoption allows us to share the love we have for our daughter with her birth parents.
A mother weaves a strand between her child's Guatemalan heritage and her Arab ethnicity.
When I vowed that my child would get as many bedtime songs as she wanted, I hadn't counted on this particular child's determination.