by Prodigal Mom | Jul 10, 2025 | Adoption, Mental Health
Our adopted son, Colin, refused to clean his room for a decade. After he moved out, I entered what looked like a frat house after a weekend of bacchanalian revelry. Tucked in among the detritus, I found a heartbreaking letter. The letter began, “I was adopted as a...
by Prodigal Mom | May 7, 2025 | Mental Health, Prodigals, self-care
No matter how hard I try to read during the flight attendant’s spiel (naughty me), I still hear, “Secure your own mask before assisting others.” If I don’t have what I need to survive, how can I possibly do anyone else any good? As a parent, this is crucial. To be an...
