Reflections in Real Time

A white mother came to me recently with tears in her eyes and truth on her heart.

Her teen had said something that stopped her in her tracks:

“Where do I go with my tears when you’re having feelings about the adoption?”

That sentence echoed in her mind like a bell she couldn’t un-ring. Her child ...

Adoption doesn’t begin with love.

It begins with loss.
And sometimes, even earlier, it begins with violence.

Not every baby is conceived in safety.
Not every pregnancy is chosen.
Some children begin their lives in the aftermath of rape, coercion, addiction, abandonment.
Some grow in wombs heavy wi...