When Those People Become My People

A quick Google search defines the word they as a pronoun “referring to two more people previously mentioned or easily defined.” It’s my experience that no one group of people is easily defined but, oh, we still like to try. We tuck people away into groups of them and those people, defining those groups as […]

The Power of Our Words

“I don’t believe you’ll find that book at all interesting, since you’re not a mother yourself.” I remember it so clearly. I was speechless. We sat, side by side, in the front of her car. She was dropping me off after lunch together on a hot, late summer day. I had told her about a […]

Barrenness in the Midst of Creation

By Anne Moman Brock | Instagram: quiltingmoonbeams A birth announcement on Facebook. Weekly baby bump updates on Instagram. An email from a co-worker sharing the news that his wife is pregnant. “I’m pregnant.” “Do you have children?” “Did you hear that so-and-so had a baby?” I’m surrounded by new life but can’t create it myself. There’s […]

Too Many Triggers

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 […]

Learning to Speak Again

“I heard you’re back at work. How’s that going for you?” “It’s been really great. But it’s just part-time.” *** “Goodness, your boys are busy. Do you have any other kids?” “Nope, just the two.” *** “I really loved the last essay you wrote. How often do you write?” “Just the one piece a month.” […]