Five years ago today, Gracie was born. I had an appointment to be induced at 9 a.m. Something about having an appointment to have a baby feels very unnatural. I'd always imagined rushing out the door once my water broke the way they do in the movies. But when I woke up that morning, my... Continue Reading →

On the season 2 finale of Mad Men, Peggy tells Pete that she had his baby and gave it away. He doesn't understand so she explains:"Well one day you're there. And then, all of a sudden, there's less of you. And you wonder where that part went: if it's living somewhere outside of you. And... Continue Reading →

Does my biological mother cry sometimes? - Steven SchmidtIn a word, yes. She does.As long as her heart continues to beat, a day won't pass that she doesn't think of you. And think of what you think. And wonder and hope and dream for you. That's what mothers do. Whether or not they live there... Continue Reading →

Today, I'm missing my daughter. I know you might think it's hard to miss someone you barely know and rarely see, but somehow I feel like I know her. I feel like she is me, only 22 years younger. I feel like we must have similar mindsets or mannerisms, the way every mother/daughter combo does... Continue Reading →

When I was pregnant, the adoption agency told me when I found a profile of a couple I liked, I could interview them. And yes, I cringed at the word too - thinking of some people showing up with $15 pens, portfolios and blazers. This is a child, not a job you can quit if... Continue Reading →

Last night I bought this for Gracie. When I was a girl, I always wanted a barbie and my parents never allowed me to have one. Something about Barbie's body being too bangin'. They did give me a chubby and awkward looking Avon knockoff doll instead that was much too big - not nimble like... Continue Reading →

Aren't these the cutest kids you've ever seen? I certainly think so. Of course, I might be a bit biased. The one on the left has my features. It's not something people seem to want me to talk about, best it be swept under the rug. But that's not my style. She is my daughter.... Continue Reading →