Passport to Parenting

“The wait can be very difficult,” our Boston social worker said to us more than a year ago. “But when it comes to adoption, A + B + C =…

Back when I was pregnant — briefly, for eight short weeks, three years ago — I holed up in bed in the evenings, eating egg salad on whole-wheat sandwiches, and…

“Here’s something you can do,” said our social worker, a woman whose own (now teenage) children were adopted from India, and who knows first-hand how hard it can be to…

We’ve been at the top of our adoption agency’s waiting list for weeks and weeks. Still, this time of waiting has been mostly, and surprisingly, happy. When I started trying…

Last Friday, I took the T to South Station to meet a 12:15 bus from Northampton. I’d selected my outfit as carefully as I would on a first date. The…

After returning from India into the bleakness of a New England winter, the adoption felt farther away than ever. On the worst days, I found myself starting to sink into…

I was supposed to be writing this column from an Internet café in Mumbai last week, but instead I was stuck in my hotel room, watching Indian CNN and old…

I’m more than a little embarrassed to admit this, but from the moment I started dating my husband, Neil, I was dying for him to ask me to marry him.…

I made the announcement late last summer on vacation, sitting on the porch of a rented 19th-century farmhouse with friends on a small, secluded island in Maine, a wine glass…