When we took her in. It was not for profit. It was the God voice. The voice that whispered…. “Will you follow me?” And sometimes faith is like swimming. Where toe dipping caution into “believing”. Just doesn’t cut it. Either you dive in. Or you are left cold on the shores of “unbelieving”. Sinking deep in […]
How To Let Your Kids Go……
The waves of redemption from his nine months gone…hadn’t even hit me yet. The shock. That his face. Was in more than my thoughts. But a bed. Tucked tight with the retribution. That I am whole again. Son. Finally home. Serving. Philippines. And helping. Earthquake. Landslides. Victims. People flooded with a desperate pleading… Son answering. The […]
Raising Radical Kids in an Increasingly Complacent World.
I don’t know what came over her. Like a seed, lying dormant. Coming alive. In that in-between. Child exiting to women-hood. This morning. Not speaking. Her silence. Deafening. Like the white page I look at. Before typing. Pure. Barren. Sacred. Holy. Careful, so as not to stain a page….Waiting for answers. And why is…. Wonder always […]
When Trials Are Won. And the Most Unlikely Witness Of All.
The room sweats with suffering. And faces are mute with agitation. Agitation of the worst kind. The kind like when watching a scary movie. And you can’t run. Can’t scream. Courtroom insisting. No one leaving. Glued to the bench. Staring. Though we all want to turn away. Evidence roars like thunder, as a lightening of evidence strikes […]
When the World DOES See color. And Transracial Adoption
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, […]
Taking Back Childhood. Then, Giving it Away.
I have been here before. When hair was turned back. Kept flat by pigtails restraining me from life. But this time, I have a pigtailed one of my own. And two nearly grown. Here beside me. Rocks make “C” shape around the wild sea. And I step out onto white sand seeping deep within my toes. […]