Getting to work

A day after I shared my vivid imagination and FEELings with you, I received a phone call. A woman with Project 143 was calling to see if I wanted to discuss orphan hosting. You see, I had registered on their website in hopes of finding a Latvian girl that was up for adoption. We had … Continue reading Getting to work


My only outfit.

As soon as I got out, I heard him. I rushed from the shower to grab my robe. My 12-week-old baby was crying... nay, screaming, downstairs. My mother was doing her best to help, but he was. not. having. it. Towel wrapped around my head, robe on, I ran down to comfort him. He seemed … Continue reading My only outfit.