I get that people are curious when your children don’t look like you. By Diane Bonina
“Birth mom” does not make me feel like a baby machine without feelings, but it does clarify my role in her life. By Adrian Collins
What if birth certificates reflected reality? I imagined three spaces, one for our daughter’s biological mother and two for us. By Sarah Werthan Buttenwieser
I keep waiting for the perfect moment to tell him about his true relationship to Dave. I hope he’ll understand. By Philip Langdon Ross
In the summer, I put my sunbaked arm down next to his hoping he will notice it’s not so different. By Adrienne Sciutto
My daughter collapses after an endless tantrum and says, I wish I wasn’t adopted. By Tanya Friedman
I wanted to believe that bringing teenagers into our life would make it easier to let them go. I was wrong. By Meredith Gordon Resnick
I don’t want to mess this up. I live in fear of being seen as a privileged person with an accessory on my arm. By Jenn O’Connor
We’ve raised three children of our own, but still have a little parenting left in us.
By Julianne Palumbo
By the time we left China, it felt like he was ours, wholly and completely. And he is. But he is not.
By Kelly Westhoff