Somewhere Between
Last night my husband and I had some time in the evening, so we watched Somewhere Between, a documentary about teenagers adopted from China that he had downloaded some time before. I have known of this documentary for months—and had always planned to see it—but I just wasn’t in a real hurry. I think it was the title. Both the words “Somewhere” and “Between”... Learn More
“White is better”
A few weeks ago Grace took a shower. As it’s winter and the air is dry, she asked if she could put on some lotion. I told her she could. A few minutes later I went to check on her. “Look Mom,” she said, pointing to her belly where she had rubbed the lotion, “my skin is whiter now.” I looked dubiously at her belly. “If you say so,” I said. “But, why do you... Learn More
I believe joy springs from loss
Here’s one in honor of National Adoption Month: I believe joy springs from loss. I don’t mean consolation-prize joy or let’s-look-on-the-bright-side joy. I mean genuine joy that springs from the same and very soil our losses are buried in; authentic joy that simply would not have happened if loss had not happened first. And adoption might be the clearest... Learn More
Mo Yan
I read in China Daily yesterday that the Chinese write Mo Yan had won the Nobel Prize for literature. I was pleased. The Chinese have a lengthy artistic and literary tradition that we in the West have been slow to appreciate. And the Chinese long for world approval by Olympic committees and Nobel committees and such. I was happy for them. I first came across Mo Yan a few... Learn More
