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We stop at a red light in Old Town, not two miles from home. Across the intersection, an old cemetery spreads languidly under the oaks, gravestones pushing up through the…

It is almost impossible to hold the two thoughts in my mind simultaneously. A new life is growing inside me even as my young son’s is slipping away.

Stacey and I gave birth to girl twins on the same day, in the same hospital, two hours apart.

Each of their days here has seen change—some days a droplet, others a downpour, but each and every day they move forward.

He doesn’t want to stand out, or be thought of as different or “transgender”—he just wants to be a boy.

I sit down next to her on the floor. A strange sense of longing comes over me as I watch this girl who is not yet my daughter. She is…

Tonight, at least, we will finally be able to put some faces to this endeavor. Tonight we will finally meet the children who have been matched to our family for…

This is the first family reunion since one of my daughters changed genders. How will the relatives react to him?

Why, when my faith is strong enough to lead me to take this journey, do I still not trust that we will know the right child?

As we discuss the children we see, the search feels strangely like shopping, and I’m uncomfortable in the feeling even though I know we’re here for good reason.

This is the first time anyone has lodged a complaint against Noah. This is the beginning of our changed life. There will always be people who will be uncomfortable with…