Monday, October 24, 2022

The Littlest Hermana

On a searing July day in 2018, I picked up my former foster daughters. In the year since they had been reunified with their birth family, my husband and I frequently visited them or helped with childcare.

 The Sunlight Press

Sunday, October 2, 2022

Sunday, January 2, 2022

Friday, October 22, 2021

The Dollhouse

On Black Friday, my father cleaned up the garden shed, neatly stacking the bags of cedar mulch, and sweeping up the pine needles which blew in whenever the door was open. 


Thursday, July 5, 2018

Our Family Isn't What We Expected

On my first date with the man who is now my husband, I told him I planned to adopt if I couldn’t have biological children. Ten years later, we found ourselves in just that position. 
Washington Post