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How Much do I Trust God?

But my son can never remove his skin, and he never made the choice to be born Black. He didn’t choose to have people at our recent Freedom Festival parade skip over him for the second year in a row and not give him candy while the white kids on either side of him got handfuls handed to them.

being a mommy · Little Man · sick · sleep

Red Dye Wreckage

I am sorry I have disappeared! Last Thursday our son, who is normally the pinnacle of health, praise God, was diagnosed with strep throat. It threw a kink into everything, especially when he was given amoxicillian as the treatment. Little Man has a sensitivity to food dyes. We know this, so we just simply avoid… Continue reading Red Dye Wreckage

being a mommy · church · faith · Little Man · parenting

Time Flies

I wanted to write a long, thought out post this evening, but here I sit, eyes heavy from yet another night of little sleep. I spend the evening looking through old computer files trying to find something for someone, and got seriously distracted by videos. Videos of our child, who will be six in one,… Continue reading Time Flies

adoptive parenting · anger · being a mommy · family · fear · life is messy · racism · transracial adoption

Murder & White Privilege

Last week, a pregnant woman was shot in the head, and killed, in her own home, in Indianapolis. It occurred during a home invasion. She was certainly not the only murder victim in Indy last week, but if you judged by media reports and the way the police department press releases read, you’d think she’d… Continue reading Murder & White Privilege

adoptive parenting · being a mommy · choose joy · family · infertility · life is messy · yucky weather

I Don’t Understand

I don’t understand. We’ve had two snow days. Well, today makes two, technically, as it is only Tuesday, and the snow started on Sunday. Snow. Blowing. Drifting. Frigid conditions. The city, the state, is shut down. Schools closed. Churches closed. Businesses closed. That I understand. What I don’t understand are the people who don’t see… Continue reading I Don’t Understand

being a mommy · Mother's Day

Mothers’ Day

Camping at my aunt’s gorgeous lakeside property for two nights. Grilled out pork chops and cheeseburgers. My favorite iced tea in the whole wide world (cinnamon orange spice from a coffee shop in Nashville, IN). Two running bras as my gift. Fresh roasted cashews and sunflower seeds. IBC black cherry soda. Hours of reading while… Continue reading Mothers’ Day