“Momma was crying last night,” my seven-year-old said. “She was crying because you left our family.” By Erik Raschke
I’m terrified that my teenager, who has Down syndrome, won’t ever find real love—and also that she will, but that it won’t be the right kind. By Amy Silverman
Already in love with the boy’s father, I wanted to build something special with his son too.
By Hillary Vaillancourt
We’ve raised three children of our own, but still have a little parenting left in us.
By Julianne Palumbo
I don’t think we are a family who loves each other in some especially profound way. We have just made the words that stand for our love a part of the verbal dance we do.
By Lauren Apfel