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Single Mom With a Broken Heart

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Two years after adopting my son, I put my romantically challenged self back in the dating world. By my late 30s, I've had my fair share of heartbreak. But how much of my hurt should I show my child?


The Other Side of Adoption Disruption

boy looking out of airplane window
boy looking out of airplane window

I used to think disruption was just plain evil. But now I know that sometimes, good is waiting on the other side.

International adoption is rife with hurry-up-and-wait moments. Hurry up and get your paperwork ready. Then wait for it to be accepted by the country you're adopting from. The wait times killed me. So while I was attempting to adopt from Russia, I joined an Internet group of other waiting parents.


My Son Was a Playground Bully

Boy bullying younger boys in playground

When my son was in fifth grade, his principal had my phone number on speed dial. That's never a good sign.


The Son That I Don't Speak To

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"There he is," I whispered. "There's my son." Thirteen travel-weary kids were coming off a plane from Moscow, and even amidst the chaos, I immediately recognized my boy. I had only seen one picture of him -- a stern and serious photo taken by his orphanage directors -- but still, I knew this 8-year-old boy as well as if I had been looking into his eyes for years.


The Beauty That Came Before

boy on doorstep

While my son's special needs come largely from his past, I am determined to see beyond them -- to accept my beautiful son as he is.


Adoption's Verbal Land Mines

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There are times when the right thing to say is obvious. When someone asks if their jeans make them look fat, for example, you respond with a decisive, "No!" But there are other times when the right thing to say is elusive. Adoptive families seem to be a magnet for those verbal land mines. I should know: I'm an adoptive mom myself.