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 [...]

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 [...]