Habibi and I were recently (read: some time in the past six months) approached by our adoption agency about speaking at their annual fundraising banquet. They asked us to write a portion of our story to share with an audience of potential donors, staff, birth and adoptive families, volunteers, and anyone involved with the organization. We eagerly agreed. The next couple of months were full of activities and commitments, so writing a chapter of our personal journey wasn't exactly at the top of my priority list, especially without a deadline looming. Then, one morning when the kids were at their GramB's, I sat down in front of the computer and wrote. I didn't know exactly what I was going to say, but I didn't need to. The story wrote itself. A week or so later, I had a phone chat with "my editor" in Philadelphia. ("My editor"...doesn't that make me sound so important? I am not, I can assure you.) She had very few changes to make, ...
Food. Travel. Stuff I like but you might hate. "Parenting." En français. Rambling. Zero public attempts at crafting.