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Category: RAD

  • Strength is My Weakness

    Nearly every job interview I have ever had, the interviewer has asked me to tell them my greatest strength and greatest weakness. I am not sure I ever gave an honest answer. I mean, who does? We try our hardest to give a strength we think would impress the interviewer, then we give a weakness…

  • The heart of an adoptive mom

    “How do you do it?” “How are you sane?” “Why did you adopt more?” These are questions I have been asked along my journey as an adoptive mom. Some more regularly than I would like if I am being honest. I am always amazed at some of the things people will say thinking it perfectly…

  • The unanswerable questions

    I recently had a young lady ask me if I had a moment to answer a question. It had been a long day and I was really hoping it would be an easy one to answer so I could just go on to bed and sleep away all the emotions the day had already overwhelmed…

  • Hurt people hurt people

    I am overwhelmed with sadness as I sit and write this. I was up most of the night watching the hate unravel in Dallas as the numbers of senseless deaths rose. I watched it. Live on Fox News, the camera went to the lifeless protectors after shots rang out.  I couldn’t believe what I was…

  • The war between mother and daughter

    There is a war that began when the first daughter cried her first cry and will continue until the last daughter takes her last breath. Every mother has fought it with every daughter, not one has escaped it, though some have been less gruesome than others. This has been made even more clear to me…

  • The truth about trust

    The words “My kids would never do that” will sadly not ever be said by me. I can’t think of a situation that I would jump to the defense of them as most mothers do. When the neighbor boy screams or cries I immediately look to my young as the culprits. I am on edge…

  • Moments of sanity

    There used to be moments of crazy. Days that I would find myself feeling like I had failed without the understanding of why or how. Now, I find myself passing and I try to grasp onto the sanity that comes with it. I rarely know how I have found the sanity or how to get…

  • Circling the wagons

    I get asked the same question all the time, “I could never do what you do, how do you do it?”. I always answer the same “I don’t do it”. There is no way anyone can help a child of trauma heal alone. I am only human, I can’t offer everything my children need and so…

  • What about the Honeymoon

    “Okay, it’s time to go to bed. The movie is over and we have to take you back in the morning.” It was a month after visits driving back and forth ninety miles each way that we finally got to have her stay a weekend with us. We had from Friday to Sunday to spend…

  • Walking the tightrope of reality

    I can remember a time when trust came easy. I could walk into a room of people without the overwhelming feeling that everyone was hiding something. I once was able to listen to the stories being shared without looking at the body language of the one sharing it. I once looked into a persons eyes…