My husband and I have three adopted children. Three boys. They are ‘all boy’, as the saying goes. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. They call each other brothers of another mother. They’re cool with that and so am I. As a young married woman 19 years ago, adoption was the furthest thing […]
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This morning I woke with regrets on my mind. After a tussle with the sheets I managed to get downstairs before 9 and start making breakfast. As I reached for the fake eggs (liquid egg whites) for my husband and pancake mix for the kids, my mind revisited the regrets. Undone bits and pieces from
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I was at the breakfast table with two of my three boys, and I was crying. Somehow the conversation had turned from the trivial and I had started sharing my concern over our lack of love as a family. I began talking about what I felt it meant to be a family. It was a
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