People I love have been set up to fail because of the unrealistic expectations I place on their titles. In the same way, I’ve set myself up to fail. But there is freedom to be found.
Tearing Down the Stronghold of Titles
A poem for my son, on his first birthday
The Story of My First Tattoo
Conversations with my birth mother and father revealed something I never knew about my tattoo, and it sent chills to my bones.
The Introduction Part 3: Meeting My Biological Dad
My biological dad looked eerily similar to the way he looked in a dream I had as a child. He was tall with whispy strawberry blonde hair. His skin had a pink tint to it. He wore dark wash jeans that fit him well, with a light blue button down shirt and flip-flops.
Breastfeeding
During World Breastfeeding Week, I salute the female body. I thank God for giving women the ability to sustain life, and for growing me in the process.
On Being Pregnant: Week 30
Some days I wondered if I was even worthy of this gift. I would look at myself in the mirror and actually feel a level of shame about my growing bump. Was I doing something wrong?
6 Ways My Adoptive Parents Supported the Search for My Birth Parents
The conversation with my adoptive parents about meeting my birth parents was not an easy one to have. It happened over a span of a lifetime, right up to the day of actually hugging my birth parents for the first time. It’s still a dialogue we keep up with, as they have now re-entered my life as real living beings, instead of this idea I had of who they could be.