Author: sarah

“Black father, I saw you yesterday. You were walking down the street pushing a stroller with a tiny pink princess backpack hanging off your shoulder.

A Routine Chore Turns Into a Life-Changing Discovery As the late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the narrow alley behind an aging apartment block, Mr.

In the men’s bathroom, an accountant, a lawyer and a cowboy were standing side-by-side using the urinal. The accountant finished, zipped up and started washing

“I was at H-E-B, a supermarket here in Texas. I felt really bad for this young mom. She had a baby and a little boy

“I glanced in the mirror one night when I was putting by children to bed and suddenly remembered that I didn’t grow them in my

 my adoption story and delivering birth mother baskets. After 14 years, and a thousand plus baskets later, I turned the non-profit over to new hands.

“It was the morning of October 11th, 1996, on Long Island, New York. My big brother, Glenden, woke up on his fourth birthday to a

It started like any other quiet evening. The kind where the clinking of silverware and the hum of the refrigerator are the only sounds between

“I was never a believer in miracles. Growing up, my sister and mother would always hail to some higher power, whether it be god or