In 2012 I lived in Uganda. First in Entebbe, then Kampala, with a few visits to Luero and Jinja. It was never my intention to live in Uganda. I had planned on visiting while adopting our youngest son, perhaps three to five weeks. Soon after arriving it became apparent that if we wanted this adoption […]
Hidden Identity
by on February 5, 2018 11 Comments
As an adopted person I’ve lived with the reality of a hidden history. My origin story remains unknown to me, sealed by a court order for almost 50 years now. I know little about my mother—just that she was Mexican and an accountant at the time of my birth. When I was three months old […]
From Hidden to Risen
by on February 4, 2018 12 Comments
“Quiz me on this rock,” he said, holding up a bone-colored, jagged- edge stone. I could almost see his words of response at the edge of his lips, ready. My nine-year old has always been excited about geology. Any mention from me is all it takes to open the floodgates of his excitement and stored […]
When You Can’t Return
by on November 14, 2017 7 Comments
I’ve always been drawn to the prophets in the Bible. Moses. Esther. Abraham. Deborah. Joseph. (I consider him one.) Each one with such unique stories, woven into the fabric of the history of our faith. I wonder if they knew their journeys would be so lasting. Did they know their struggles and miles would carry […]
Loving Our Younger Selves
by on November 5, 2017 4 Comments
It was cold and overcast on our daughter’s Gotcha Day. We drove away from the adoption agency in a small, navy blue van with another adoptive family. Our little girl rode on my lap, still unaware of what was happening. She went from playing with the new toys we’d given her to looking up at […]
