It is the rare writer who invites you in, not only to their heart but yours, and through the back door — in such a way that words and story are subtly ushering you closer to the heartbeat of God. I read Christie Purifoy’s book last summer and I’ve counted down...
She was turning eight on the first birthday that she celebrated with us. I think this was her first birthday ever, as the first years of her life had been undocumented. And I was overwhelmed – a likely coupling. We’d just completed our most recent adoption of two more...
“I want a friend who is just like me, Mommy,” she said through tears to me, years ago. “I feel alone.” She dismissed those siblings of hers who like different songs, and sing to different beats and the spend their time ordering when she...
Several years ago when I was a new mom, my dear mentor and friend casually slid me a book by Sally Clarkson. I didn’t know when I started reading that I might find another mentor within the pages, teaching me through her words on paper. Sally has encouraged...
“It was almost like they were suggesting it could ruin our family.” It took a minute to register. What my dear friend had been carefully advised against — adoption — was the life I was living. Ruined? My mind flashed to Hope practicing her...
There’s this thing that happens when I’m introduced to another woman who has adopted. We can know little to nothing about one another and yet share a glance that says “oh, you’ve had a taste of where I’ve been.” That’s likely true of anyone who has walked...