Question for You Classic Rock Trivia Geeks

Do you love classic rock? A disproportionate number of my car radio presets are for classic rock stations. I love listening to and introducing my children to classic rock. With the influences of their dad and me, our kids are sure to turn out well-rounded, musically speaking.

battle of the nas, beatles vs journey

I heard two songs the other day, both with notoriously long endings. Not just in terms of minutes and seconds, but also in terms of Na Nas. Continue reading Question for You Classic Rock Trivia Geeks

How I Opened to Open Adoption: a #LivingFearless Post

I’ve been invited to participate in the #LivingFearless campaign, sponsored by Protection1.  What have you done that required a #LivingFearless spirit?

Mine lies in the way I became a mom…

Everything I Knew Was Wrong

Many years ago after we’d run the gauntlet of infertility diagnoses and treatments, we set out on a new and daunting journey, that of adoption. We thought that meant waiting in a long line until our number came up, when an agency would call us with news that we’d gotten to the top of the list and our baby was available. We’d live happily ever after, never to think about adoption again.

Turns out all that was wrong. There would be no line, no list, no adoption-be-gone. Instead, there would be an expectant mother considering adoption (and possibly father), and our fate would be in HER hands. Further, she/they might want to be involved in our lives now and forevermore.

The thought of that scared me so much I had half a mind to return to my reproductive endocrinologist and endure more pointless invasive procedures.

I had to calm myself down. I had to examine my fears. I had to open myself to the scary unknown.

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Sister Silliness

My sisters and I started the morning chatting about some family news. We checked in about how back-to-school has been for our college, high school, middle school, elementary and pre-preschool kiddos. We joked about all the free time we should thus be having but don’t.

I can’t tell you exactly how we meandered there, but the topic came up of a person who has a reputation for arrogance. My sisters and I, all yoga doers, were puzzled that this dude — also a yoga person — seemed stuck on himself and  a deflator of others.

Now, my sisters and I are prone to go off on tangents and giggle for hours (remember Gynee College?). When Tami said this…

sisters giggling about silly things

…I turned it into a meme.  (That’s not him, for the record.)

I’m not sure if y’all will chuckle at it like we did, but damn, in that moment, it was FUNNY.

The last time you and your besties couldn’t stop giggling, what was it about?

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My Son’s Birth Mom Sounds Passive Aggressive. Help?

Question: On social media, I posted a cute photo of my cute son doing a cute thing. My son’s mom commented:

It sucks to only see pix of him here. I wish you’d send me some. Oh, well, at least I get something.

I’m not really sure what to say? We’ve never had an agreement where I text her pics formally. But my relationship with birth mom includes connecting with her on social media so she can look at pix anytime and even screen shot them for herself.

I would love to text her every little moment but I just don’t have time. I understand that she is missing him. But the point of connecting on social media was for her to see him, like everyone else. I get a moment to upload a pic and everyone gets to see it, particularly her.

— Jacquie

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