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Writing is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public.

— Winston Churchill

Marking Time

It’s the same hat, four years later.

The Much-Anticipated Question

I’ve always known the question would come, and I’ve suspected the time was getting close. My first clue? Several weeks ago as I was putting Aaron to bed he ambushed me with, “Mommy, where did you get me?” Of course I’ve been storing a cache of carefully-crafted words about surrogacy…all prepared and edited in my [...]

Happy Birthday Aaron

Today is our son’s fourth birthday. Before he was born, I had been dreaming of a little girl who would inherit my eyes and my husband’s legs. Instead, we were blessed with a miracle child who has filled my heart with things I didn’t even know I could dream of: hope, purpose, breathtaking devotion, laughter [...]