I wrote this on Facebook tonight. What a blessing it is to forget. Eleven years ago right now, I was drifting off on my very first overnight in a hospital, 22 hours later I would have a living child. 34 hours later we would chose for him: life or death with no guarantees of the former and plenty of opportunity for the latter. Eleven years ago, at this moment, on a Sunday night, I fell asleep on the precipice of the most precarious fall and meteoric bounce a mother could… Read more Eleven →
I chose not to write blog posts Saturday and Sunday. You can read about what I did instead on Day 26. On Day 27 I did many more things including:… Read more Living Instead of Blogging Part Two →
I didn’t write a blog post on the 26th. Instead, I took my children and one of their friends to a Hogwart’s Halloween Party that the city hosted. Last year… Read more Living Instead of Blogging Part One →
Today my little girl Moira turned nine. She is half-way to eighteen, and she is my youngest child. Nine years ago, I held her for the first time. Nine years… Read more The Half Life of Parenting and Other Things →
I strongly believe every one’s happiness is his/her own responsibility. I can’t make anyone happy except myself, and no one can make me happy except me. I hold that standard… Read more It Can’t be Bought →
Amanda Rose Adams 