God Never Wastes the Space Between

“I’m sorry to tell you it didn’t work,” the doctor said gently, then exhaled: “We didn’t get any embryos.” And with her sigh, my dream of motherhood disintegrated. It had been a long haul to reach this point. Tests, medications, surgeries. Unsure diagnoses, ineffective treatments, bills upon bills. And all for what? One tiny, pink,Continue reading “God Never Wastes the Space Between”

Infertility Wrecked Me and Made Me Stronger

For a woman who is struggling with infertility, a pregnancy announcement has the equivalent effect of a kick in a man’s groin. It knocks the wind out of you, pierces your heart, and accentuates the weight of your empty arms. You’d think this reaction would disappear once you became a mother. When you’re almost 10Continue reading “Infertility Wrecked Me and Made Me Stronger”

How my love for my son who is adopted and my son who is biological is the same, yet different

Only one person has had the chutzpah to ask me if I love my son whom we adopted less than I love my son whom I carried and birthed. She didn’t phrase it that bluntly, of course. And I knew she was inquiring out of genuine curiosity, as she was contemplating adoption after having twoContinue reading “How my love for my son who is adopted and my son who is biological is the same, yet different”

When you can’t use a gift because you’re giving another

I have an unusual entry in my Top 10 list of favorite Christmas movies. Growing up, during the insufferably lengthy holiday break, my mom tried to snatch a moment of sanity by popping in a VHS of the luminous masterpiece that is the BBC’s version of “The Chronicles of Narnia.” My siblings and I merrilyContinue reading “When you can’t use a gift because you’re giving another”