This is a repost of our talk-back on Mama Manifesto today. I'm copying it here because, well. . . Help. I was very lucky with my first child. He was one of those rare kids who will try anything. We call him our little "foodie". He appreciates sushi, goat cheese, tobasco sauce, and any other number of food items most would consider to be more adventurous. I always thought we had somehow trained his palette by providing him with many food choices as an infant . . .
lifebook
Many adoptive parents create a Lifebook for their kids - it's basically a scrapbook that tells the story of their life before placement. We made one for Jafta when he was young, and it includes pictures of him with his birth family, with his foster mom, and pictures of us on the day he joined our family. We still read it often and it has been a great way to make adoption a part of our daily language. (It's also probably one of the reasons that India inquires about her own . . .
lessons in blaith
I am still processing so many things from my weekend in Utah. I went to the conference to speak on a panel about blogging and faith (or, as one commenter put it, "blaith"). The panel went well, but I feel like somehow the whole weekend was really a lesson in faith for me. Here I am during our panel. Talking about spirituality makes me thirsty. For Jesus. First of all, this conference was 97.9% Mormon. Which was fine by me, and made my presence at the panel on . . .
adventures in babywearing
These two. . . .
that’s what she said : CBC edition
This week, I wanted to share some posts from some of the amazing bloggers I got to meet this week at the Casual Blogger's Conference. One of the things I love about these women is their ability to communicate some of the universal issues of being female in their writing. I read these posts and think, YEAH. What she said. Casey talks about being in the sludge of depression with clarity and vulnerability. Allison's post on motherhood and the sum of her accomplishments really . . .
crazy little thing called web
I am in Salt Lake City, Utah today. I took a plane by myself yesterday for the first time in . . . EVER? The first time in a long time. I was so excited to be in a seat, alone, with a book and my ipod. It was heaven for about an hour. Then we hit some turbulence, and I spent the rest of the trip doing concentrated breathing, white-knuckling the armrests, and holding a bag in front of me trying my best not to puke. I didn't. I could have, though. I was . . .
cleaning out the office
I've wanted to be a psychotherapist since I was in eighth grade. It's what I went to school for, and it's what I've done for the last ten years. I've been licensed and with with the same private practice for ten years. It was a very comfortable place to me. I liked my colleagues, I liked that the job was challenging and cerebral, and I loved that I could set my own hours and work part-time for a decent wage. One of the things that drew me to this career was that I thought it would be very . . .
in better news
- We got to hang out with the Livesays this weekend. They live in Haiti and we've gotten to know them over the past few years, and we experienced the earthquake together. They've also become dear friends. The last time I saw Tara was during a tearful goodbye as her kids and I pulled away from the Haitian embassy in an airport-bound SUV. It was nice to hang out under less stressful circumstances. They are speaking at a church here in Orange County tomorrow. If you . . .
faking it
If I'm being honest, it is getting increasingly difficult to write about my life in this public space. It's easy to post a funny story about my foibles, or rant about something in the media. But life at home is heavy - probably about as heavy as it has ever been. I've told the story before of how whenever someone is mean to India at school, she comes home and repeats whatever mean phrase she heard to me, in a way to become the aggressor instead of the wounded. It makes her . . .
pondering
Romans 12:1-2 (The Message) 1-2 So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You’ll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he . . .
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