Good morning, Trench Sisters!
What did you think of re-reading Katie, Barb, and Diana’s stories? Were you able to join the adoption conversation in the forums?
This week, we turn to the trench of illness again as Missy, Stephanie, and Rosey share their battle with illness. Be sure to read their brave stories and then head over to the forums to share about your own battles and obstacles with long-term illness.
We are looking for a social media director! We would like to work with someone who is knowledgeable and enthusiastic about all social media platforms, someone who is creative as well as thoughtful when interacting with online communities and building relationships. If this sounds like you, submit your contact information on the Volunteer page!
Also we are looking for a marketing and PR director—someone to help us navigate the waters of expanding SFTT both locally and nationally. Share and use your knowledge of marketing strategies, your creativity, your writing skills, and your go-getter personality.
We are beginning to plan for our fall series and are accepting new stories on all trench topics. Visit storiesfromthetrenches.org/stories to share your trench story today.
Founder, Stories from the Trenches
Tim has been on an overseas business trip for almost three weeks now. My heart goes out to single moms who do this full-time because parenting alone is not for the faint of heart. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my girls, but I definitely miss my partner and the way we balance parenting together. So for the single moms out there, bless your soul and may someone buy you a much-needed glass of wine this week or a gift card to a massage therapist.
A Bittersweet Adoption
It was late, close to 2 a.m. The front door had just closed behind Andy as he went home. It was early September 1995, I had just turned 17, and I was wrapping up a perfectly great teenage summer. My boyfriend, Andy, had been home from his first year of college at the University of Iowa, and I was looking forward to my senior year of high school and then heading there, too, to get my nursing degree.
A Bittersweet Adoption: The Support Story
It was March 4th, 1989. Pete and I had a beautiful wedding, the second one for both of us, with all of our kids—five in all—as part of the wedding party. Greg was twenty years old; Chris, eighteen; Katie, eleven; and both my daughter, Laurie, and Pete’s daughter, Kristin, were four. What an adorable family we made! Life would certainly be filled with hearts and flowers forevermore . . .
Adoption and Devotion
When it comes to our adoption story, do you want my son’s birth story or our now-story? Do you want to know how he was a twinkle in our eyes before we held him in our arms on a Sunday afternoon in that extremely hot, noisy orphanage in Ethiopia? Or do you want to know how I wake up with fear clawing at my stomach every morning—fear that my beautiful, brown son may not come home safe today?