For all of us, it’s a special day. A woman is very particular because she can give life! A man can help her to give baby a better life and give all the stuff to grown, but he can’t make this little miracle happened (except in a laboratory and it’s not really life). Sometimes,...  read more

My third visit with my bio-mom was my last visit (see first visit and second visit).  We had some good times.  We were more like sisters than mother-and-daughter.  It was the 4th of July and it was just the two of us.  Her husband Jack had gone back into the psychiatric war...  read more

My first visit with my bio-mom had ended in disaster (see The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly).  She’d cast me out of her home when I’d rejected her claim of me as her daughter.  To me, I was her daughter only by blood.  A couple of years passed before I decided to try anot...  read more

When I first started hanging out with my biological mom as an adult, I really enjoyed her company, despite the fact that I’d been told all my life that she’d abused me.  Her husband Jack, who she fell in love with in a psychiatric ward where they were both patients, was cool, ...  read more

I was sitting on the floor of my room.  My mother stood above me.  I looked up at my dresser and lamp.  I asked my mother, “Am I nice?”  I don’ remember her answer.  But later, I found it disturbing that I had to ask.When I was much older, I learned f...  read more

My mother is a very private person, so this story will be short.  It was 1938 when she was born into a loving, well-off family in Ohio.  Soon after, she was given a baby brother. Her mother was a music teacher, and her father was an Army doctor.  He spent some time in Germany du...  read more

It was under a weeping willow tree, by a lake.  The guest list was short; only a small set of beloved family and friends.  I was there.  I didn’t really understand what was going on.  I was in the room as my parents dressed.  I had already lived for a month with m...  read more

Although this was technically my second mother's day (as Isabelle was in utero last year)--well, this one was the best.  Ben, Papa, Nana, Isabelle and I all went the Denver Botanical Garden.  There were many beautiful flowers and great bug sculptures.  Nana pointed out flowers that...  read more

We bought a hammock to have some fun this summer. It just so happens that Isabelle loves the hammock too. We also took a few pictures of Charlie enjoying the gentle sway of the hammock with Kara and Isabelle. I hope that there are many more times of falling asleep in between two of our own trees ...  read more

My mother's told me many times that my first word was down. "Down," she said, "because you didn't like to be held." Although I don't remember anything like that, deep down I suspect that it's true. I've always had difficulty touching people and I always inwardly cringe when...  read more