My new child opened up my apartment — and my world — to a new group of friends.
A mother is surprised at her tears when, standing in a courtroom, that last bit of red tape comes unstuck.
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.
A temporary stay-at-home dad muses on the finer points of baby care.
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.
As we marched through the approval process, my nerve was steady, my spirits high. But my fingertips failed me.
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.
Our open adoption allows us to share the love we have for our daughter with her birth parents.
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.
They'll each face different issues in their lives. But my daughters will get through them together, as real sisters.
Sometimes, bonds in adoption form so instantly, so mysteriously, you just wonder how you ever got this lucky…
A mother weaves a strand between her child's Guatemalan heritage and her Arab ethnicity.
The “Daddy Moment” hits in the middle of the baby emporium.
AF readers find creative ways to balance career and family. In this special report, we share some of their best advice.