Each November adoptionland is rife with op-eds, hashtags, conferences, panels and social media blitzes by all members of the triad.
My daughter, all of nine and I are standing, facing each other. I hold a tube of cucumber face pack
Spoiler Alert. I highly recommend you watch the movie before reading I watched the trailer for Three Identical Strangers end
“I am bored!” The words seem to resound, bounce off the walls of our home over the weekend. If they
An essay I wrote earlier this year reflecting on how my mothering my children feels cleaved is now online on
cleave1split or sever (something), especially along a natural line or grain.“the large ax his father used to cleave wood for
“I don’t like my fake name” muttered Ammu, my first daughter. I was bent over the stove tossing rice noodles
A piece I wrote for a series Carrie Goldman runs each November. The link is here.