A Heart-Shaped Leaf: notes from an adoptive mother

Last week my 18-year-old son came into the kitchen while I was fixing dinner. He held a closed hand in front of me. “Open your hand mom.” I looked up at his smirk. “No”, I said. “I don’t trust you.” He pushed his hand closer to me. “Come on mom, just hold your hand out.” … Continue reading A Heart-Shaped Leaf: notes from an adoptive mother

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