Editors began asking me to write about adoption mothering about twenty-five years ago and although I primarily write in other genres, over the years I've published a large number of feature articles and penned columns in Adoptive Families, Adoption Today and in Mothering Magazine. I was asked to write about my most important role and about what mattered most to me. However my stories are less about my children and more about the path I have traveled.
When I began assembling a collection of my stories to reprint here, I found that each one begged for revision. A number of my feature articles were too magazine-y in tone and needed to be reshaped into memoir. Others, when further examined with my poet’s eye, had become too pretentious after being culled by careful editors and gave off the full-bodied notion that as a mother I had things all figured out, which of course I don’t. The learning journey doesn't end simply because my children are now grown. But in my younger parenting years I use to be one of those parents who thought I knew things.
Today as a mother and as a grandmother my life in no way resembles what I had hoped for, or expected it to be, and yet I can honestly tell you I appreciate where this journey has led me. And now that my kids are grown (my youngest is 33) I enjoy seeing how my perspective has evolved and changed over the past three decades.