We spent spring break exploring Boston. As my sons get older, I know they'll become less interested in family vacations, so I cherished this one.
After tons of research we bought a Tesla Model Y. We didn't realize how expensive it'd be to insure it. Now we want to sell it.
I love being a teacher, but I never had a high salary. Now that my kids are in college, I struggle to tell them to follow their dreams, not the money.
For years I've wanted to quit Facebook. I can't replicate the niche mom groups that support me as an adoptive mom and a teen mom.
My family started to aggressively save by avoiding vacations and big purchases. Our biggest priority was getting our adopted sons into college.
After seeing how my husband's family celebrated Christmas very differently to mine, and after adopting two boys, I learned to let go of perfection.
I was having abnormal periods but my hormone levels were fine even in my mid-40s. I had an uterine fibroid and polyp and had to advocate for myself.
The author shares how she planned for the must-dos and then went with the flow. Spending time with her son was the best part of the trip.
The author shares how the stories that she regularly hears in her work have made her appreciate her family even more.
When a person has dense breast tissue, an ultrasound is needed after a mammogram to rule out any issues. The author shares her experience with them.
The author shares how she grew up with a lot of shame around nudity and sex, and how she's having open conversations with her sons to break the cycle.
The author shares how she spends a lot of time with her husband, including doing domestic chores, working out, and going to concerts.
Having two Black sons made the author realize it was time to move to a city in search of a more diverse community than what they had in Iowa.
The author says that while depression after adoption is rarely talked about, it's common among new parents, and she wants to destigmatize the topic.
The author shares how one woman was key with her two adopted sons in Ethiopia, from translating what they needed to teaching her their favorite food.
I thought moving my family to a more diverse city would protect my black children from racism. I was wrong.