With writing overdue, swimming, infant respite this summer…I just couldn’t make one more decision. “Where do you want to go? School shoes shopping or the the bookstore?” Husband had been working late, it was well after dinner and I just didn’t want to go home. I thought for sure my seven year old would pick shoes. […]
My daughter is African American. I am white. Although I grew up surrounded by diversity, we now live in horse country, surrounded by mostly Caucasian people. I know my Bible… Romans 10:12 “There is no difference between Jew and Greek, the same Lord over all, will answer all those that call upon His name.” […]
I would love to think the world is a painting. Blended together with strokes of grace. Intertwined with a great array of flavor. Each pallet magnificently complimenting the other… But it just isn’t so. We are not a mixing bowl…as I would like to think…. Adoption has taught me. My youngest, African American daughter, exposed…to people, […]