As a relative newcomer to Adoption Under One Roof, I’ve written the least amount of time. But for years before I became a writer here, I was a reader. The essays and ruminations of my fellow bloggers, and their honesty in sharing their experiences and insights, taught me a lot—about being an adoptive parent; about trying my best, falling down, and trying again; and about being part of a larger community. I will miss those voices.
Thank you for reading. ~
I know I haven't been around since I returned to full-time work in 2012, but I still wanted to say goodbye. Hopefully you still remember me!
My little boy is now almost 14 years old and would have a fit if I wrote anything about him on the Internet these days. Parenting a teenager is quite the experience. I have been told that aliens crawl into their bodies when they turn 13 and don't leave until they are in the 18-22 range. I wouldn't be a bit surprised. That makes more sense than any other theory that I have heard!
I really appreciate you taking the time to read my blogs as well as the blogs written by my colleagues. I learned a lot from all of you, and I hope I was able to impart some wisdom along the way.
I wish all of you well as we part ways. This was a cherished part of my life story.
After almost seven years, “Adoption Under One Roof” is closing its doors. I’m proud to say that we were one of the longest running adoption blogs on the web.
This website has been an exciting and joyful part of my life. I loved the subject matter, the commitment and hard work, and I particulalry enjoyed reaching out to other people touched by adoption.
When I first started blogging, my daughter was a toddler, often drooling on my laptop as she tried to figure out what I was doing. Now she is a nine year old who is concerned that I will write something private about her. This is par for the course for kids whose parents blog .
I want to thank all of you readers for being part of our website, for your comments, guest blogs, your loyalty and support. I will miss you.
Friends who plan to visit Guatemala often ask me for recommendations of what to do there. I recently posted a reply to that exact question on my Mamalita page on Facebook, and decided to re-post here. That way, if anyone asks again, I don’t need to, as a former boss of mine used to say, “reinvent the wheel.”
This list is not comprehensive–for example, I really like the small Textile Museum in Antigua, near the mercado, but it’s rather low-key and may not appeal to everyone. Also, an Indian restaurant friends introduced me to, Ganesh. In addition, now that our kids are older, we’re exploring towns farther afield. For example, in June 2014, we traveled to the Western Highlands to Nebaj and its environs. Again, not for everyone. I loved the kites at Sumpango, Christmas in Antigua, Semana Santa. But those trips require special planning.
So this is a general overview for a trip you might take in the summer, with kids, when you stay mostly in Antigua. Okay! Now that we’ve established the parameters…
I wrote a short article, “A teaching moment on driving while brown,” that was published today in my local newspaper, the Marin Independent Journal. You can read the first few paragraphs here. To read the rest, click on the link. As always, this essay represents my opinion only!
Last Sunday evening, as I swept the kitchen floor and loaded the dishwasher, my 9-year-old son Mateo cavorted around the room, telling me about his day. My sister and her family were visiting from Boston, and we — my sister, her girls, my daughter, and I — had gone into San Francisco to shop while Mateo stayed home with my husband, to do, as my husband calls it, "guy stuff."
After a report on fixing the drip irrigation system, Mateo regaled me with tales of their trip to the hardware store, where they bought lumber to build a rack in our basement, and stopped at the food truck to indulge their shared passion for giant hot dogs smothered in onions and ketchup.
"When Dad and I were driving home," Mateo said, "we saw seven police cars parked on the side of the road, and a Latino man standing next to a shiny, fancy car with his wrists handcuffed behind his back. Dad said maybe the police thought the Latino man committed a crime."