I have to write. Dishes are piled up in the sink, a child is doing cartwheels off the couch, the puppy is chewing a lovely pair of shoes… And here I sit, typing away on the computer with a smile on my face looking, as my husband says, just like Stevie Wonder. Only white. I […]
She called her “Cousin.” Not by her name, “Hannah,” but by her relationship. Like she calls us Mama and Papa and Oma, Hannah was Cousin. And she said it a lot. “Cousin!” “Cousinnnnn!” “COUSIN!” Savannah adored the time with Hannah, her 14 year-old cousin visiting from South Carolina. They swam, they jumped on the trampoline, they played chase around the kitchen. Savannah […]
The little guy wouldn’t give up. Brian, Hannah (my niece) and I watched as the tiny mouse reached from underneath the fireplace to grab one of Savannah’s balls. He pulled, he yanked and it just wouldn’t fit. I filmed him. Added some goofy commentary. We laughed harder (see the 20 second video Here). That little […]
I’ve been wanting to capture our whole adoption story in video. I’ve been working on it for weeks. I’ve cried every time I’ve edited, watched, uploaded. I love hearing other stories… and it was time to share ours. Click here to watch the journey.
When she was just a child, my mom was imprisoned in Japanese concentration camps. She experienced such horror… And yet she stands today as an 80-year-old woman with joy, hope and peace. She is amazing – this is her story: Click Here.
I’m 45 years old and I downloaded a Justin Bieber song. It’s true. Sure it was a while ago, but the lyrics came to mind this week. As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke. Now that’s sweet. This last weekend Brian and I went […]
It happened every time I walked across the play yard to the baby room. And it started as soon as I was in view. “Laurentz!” They yelled. “Lllllaaaauuuurrreeennnntttzzz!” I walked up to the tiny fence where four beautiful dark toddlers looked up at me as their chorus of voices rang out. “Ou Mama Laurentz?” They […]
The rat visited at 5:37 p.m. every night. While I was in Haiti, we clocked him by the minute. We’d enjoy dinner on the outside veranda and at 5:37, Ratatouille (as we affectionately nicknamed him), would run along the roof of the veranda and dash off to parts unknown. We made up a whole life […]
I don’t want to love them too much. I don’t want to hold on too tight. I mean, it was amazing when I was in Haiti – when two little boys with big smiles fell into my lap, when one fell asleep on my shoulder and I didn’t dare move so I could enjoy the […]