mothermade

Home. That word conjures so many emotions. Some feel the warmth of a family quilt, smell homemade baked goods or hear the consoling purr o...

Blocked from knowing my history, a product of the  Baby Box theory , I only remember the love of one family. It wasn’t the choice of my adop...

I dread today. That sounds selfish and unkind … especially to those this day is made for … … those with intact families, … those who have...

At thirteen, I sank into depression. I became a person no one would recognize today, and I wrote my mother letters that said, “I wish you ha...

Tonight, after a long day, I took my family to a Poetry Slam. It was inspiring. My daughter loved it. My teenaged son was silent. In the ca...

If you can call your mother, do so. (From Real Simple magazine this month)

On the eve of Mother’s Day, I must always reflect on my own mother.  I do this to clear my sadness and to prepare myself for my own day ...

It is February 2nd.  February isn’t the best month for me.  If you have followed me for a while, you know that today is the anniversary of m...

It was a rough day in the world of motherhood. My husband was yet again out of town and had been for a while.  The girl woke with an earac...