Seven and a half months ago we got a phone call, threw all our belongings into the car and raced through the night to Akron, Ohio. Seven months ago, I...

A year ago, Jer and I went Stayman Winesap picking at our local orchard. We were putting together our adoption profile at the time, which required at least fifty recent...

Hey there people-who-read-Mom’s-blog! It’s me, wonder baby. And I’m here because I have a few things to get off my chest about my adoption, and Mom was going to say...

The baby is a boy. And his name will be Micah. He is due in February. Which makes the chronology go something like this: March 21: Our Anna is born....

I realized over the weekend that I don’t really have a right to voice an opinion about the impending arrival of Anna’s new birth-brother or sister. Really, the only person...

And…eyelashes. Completely wasted on the young. Latisse users, eat my butt! (We’re starting with the semi-trivial here, and later moving on to the craziness. Stick with me.) Next, do they...

So here we go, the next episode of this and this and this and this and this story. (I don’t know why I posted all those links since nobody’s going...

It was 4PM Saturday when I got the call. And here’s the sappy scene-setting so you can put yourself there with me. I’d normally try and veer away from cliché,...

…THIS story. We drove 8 hours through the night to meet her, 90 miles/hour, braving police and veering semi’s, pretty much everything we owned crammed into the back seat. She...

Okay, sorry for the brief hair-trauma hiatus. Let’s get back to the adoption saga. Oh, except wait. Speaking of hair traumas, LOOK AT THIS!  This is my hair three hours...