“Dating” Birthparents
Ever compared meeting potential birthparents with a first date?

Announcing Our "Summer Fun" Photo Contest Winner!

As summer ends, and fall begins, we celebrate Kiya's first-place photo and reveal these runners up!
Aren't Our Daddy and Me Photo Contest Winners Cute?

We have a winning duo: Dad Kurt and son, Ryan! Check to see if your entry is one of the runners up!

From needles to home studies to parenthood
Ever compared meeting potential birthparents with a first date?
When I told my children they were adopted
Personal story of finding out that new motherhood isn't always happy
Suggestions for changing the wording of "Adopt-a-Family" programs which are popular during the holiday season.
Divorcing a sense of guilt and obligation from infertility and adoption is not easy. These mantras helped me face some very difficult considerations.
Perhaps we were naive to think that our open adoptions would spark lifelong birthparent relationships. But now what do we tell our children?
How I described adoption to my son's first-grade classroom and watched, stunned, as he took new pride and ownership in his story.
An adoptive mother's range of mixed and conflicting emotions range from eager excitement to bitter resentment to pure joy. It's normal - and dizzying.
The emotional progression for a couple grappling with infertility often begins with anger, then failure, then grief, and finally hopelessness -- then comes faith, and the decision adopt a child.
The range and sheer number of decisions facing prospective adoptive parents can be daunting. Here's one way to simplify the adoption decision process.
I don't think that I am an amazing person for adopting, as all I wanted to be was a mom like most every woman.
How the adoption process can resemble a typical pregnancy in its stages and emotions.
You've received 'The Call.' You're bursting to share your child's information with loved ones. Don't. I promise, you'll regret it.
Before our first transracial adoption, we needed to see real, visible adoptive families in our community. We needed to see them shopping, eating, just being. We needed to be adoption voyeurs.