adoption

Adoption proves that sometimes, you can choose your family; all about the process before, during and after adoption.

Interview With A Birth Mother
This is Part Two of a series. If you'd like to read Part One, see the link at the end of the article. Adoption is a topic that’s often glossed over, talked around, or swept under the rug. In recent years, there has been a significant movement for more openness surrounding the topic, particularly when it comes to the people who gave birth and chose adoption. I sat down with a birth mother who gave me permission to ask anything I was curious about, and we talked about her experience.
By Shea Keating5 years ago in Families
Interview With A Birth Mother
Adoption is a topic that’s often glossed over, talked around, or swept under the rug. In recent years, there has been a significant movement for more openness surrounding the topic, particularly when it comes to the people who gave birth and chose adoption. I sat down with a birth mother who gave me permission to ask anything I was curious about, and we talked about her experience.
By Shea Keating5 years ago in Families
Pacifier and a Farmers Market
Particularly cloudy was this Saturday, though a few rays of sunshine broke through the tall window, dancing their way across the room. Their home was modern, and to the naked eye, would seem as though they’d spend a fortune on the finest décor money could buy. The truth of the matter was, Eve was truly gifted at bargain shopping and crafting.
By Jeremy Ruhl5 years ago in Families
The Crater
"So how did your parents tell you that you were adopted?” It’s the first thing I’m asked, almost every time. Hollywood would have you believe that there has to be some big, dramatic production; that they sit you down on your 18th birthday, and reveal they've been hiding something from you your entire life.
By Katie Dee5 years ago in Families
Lessons Learned from an Island Lullaby
Nearly twenty years ago, I was stuck at an airport on the other side of the world, filing a report about a missing bag. Three days of flights to get to this tropical island had left me dizzy. And hot. Unbelievably hot. In an attempt to limit luggage weight, I was wearing a suit, three shirts, two pairs of socks, and I had several more articles of clothing stuffed in my suit jacket pockets. My carry-on bag had been loaded with books. They had forced me to check it for the last leg of my journey. Then they lost both my suitcase and carry-on.
By David Blackmer5 years ago in Families
Chosen Princess. Second Place in Bedtime Stories Challenge. Top Story - June 2021.
Little Golden Books, I had them all. I'm not exaggerating, I had ALL OF THEM, plus countless other books, and every night from the time I was 3, I read a bedtime story to either my mother or my father on an alternating basis. We eventually ran out of books and someone, I think it was my father, came up with something new. Always one to encourage my imagination, he decided instead of reading stories in the evening, we'd all take turns making up stories of our own.
By Misty Rae5 years ago in Families
The Boy With No Family
My entire life has been a social shock. If you ever wondered what it was like to be adopted, allow me to explain my situation in less than 5000 words. If you want to full detail, go read my published story, MY STORY TO TELL. To make this understandable, imagine being a two, almost three-year-old, with a large family, and then one day, out of the blue, being dropped off at a foster home. Spend time moving from foster home to foster home, to one day waking up and going home with a “forever family”. Of course, you don’t quite understand what a forever family is, because you are only three years old.
By Mark Vinsant5 years ago in Families
No Resemblance
You two are just so cute...So adorable...Are you twins? These were comments that I heard often, as I walked around with my one and only sibling, my sister Lisa, during our childhood. It was usually during the Summer that these comments would flourish; my mom loved dressing my sister and me like twins in cute little shorts with matching halter tops. I don’t think neither I nor Lisa minded the comments. If anything, we probably found some amusement from them. But for me, those comments also left me feeling a bit weird and uncomfortable. Not only was Lisa one year and four months older than me (so much for the twin theory) we also had two different mothers. The woman we both called “mom” was Lisa’s biological mother; my biological mother was unknown because I was adopted.
By Veronica Wanzer5 years ago in Families
MY STORY TO TELL
ALONE AGAIN This is probably the hardest chapter to write. It is most definitely the hardest time in my life, up to this point at least. I just shared with you the second time in the previous 10 years, that I lost another parent. This time it brought on all new challenges and grief. Growing up, I could never have imagined my family life was going to become what it eventually became. Growing up, my family was close. We were always visiting my father’s sister in north Alabama. We were always with my father’s brother’s family, as they lived near us. My mother’s family only consisted of her mother and her sister Carole, who I spent more time with as a child than any other family member. I absolutely loved and adored my Aunt Carole. She took me to my first Alabama football game, her daughter Tammy who was probably 12 years older than me, let me stay with her for an overnight visit when I was very young down in Tuscaloosa at the University of Alabama. My point is this, we were a very, very close family.
By Mark Vinsant5 years ago in Families
Dolly and our Daughter
In 2015, my wife and I did a crazy thing. My older brother advised against it. He told me to support someone more qualified.
By Tami Weaver5 years ago in Families
MY STORY TO TELL
CANCER STRIKES AGAIN Just when things in my life seemed like they could not get any better, I get kicked again. During our engagement, Amy and I had moved into my mother’s house on a temporary basis while we found a house suitable for our very large family. Of course, it was not ideal, but looking back on it, again, God definitely knows what he is doing. My mother had been living in a very large home with just my younger sister, Lindsay, since my father had passed. She definitely had the room and I loved it because it gave Amy and my mom a chance to become close.
By Mark Vinsant5 years ago in Families
MY STORY TO TELL
HAPPINESS AGAIN Well, well, well, who the fuck would know that a truly innocent friendship would turn into so much more. So, get this crazy shit. I told you I was talking to another woman. Things were good. She lived close by and she was older than me, but I was not looking for anything serious. I was just getting used to being single. Well Hannah came home one day and mentioned that one of her best friends Rachel was walking home from where the school bus dropped her off and she was scared about a car following her. So being the concerned parent, Hannah and I made sure Rachel got home and it was then I found out her parents were going through a divorce also. Rachel was one of Hannah’s best friends. She had gone on a family vacation to the mountains with us, they often spent the night at each other’s house, they were really close. Thing was, I didn’t know her parents too well. I knew them, but that was the extent of it. I knew her mother was attractive, but fuck, there are a lot of attractive women in the world.
By Mark Vinsant5 years ago in Families