Amanda A. Allen
Oh that’s right me.
I’m pretty sure I’m writing this. . .
So for quick, emotionless updates. On being a foster parent: it’s hard. 618 more words
12 hours, 37 minutes
My Road to Motherhood
When I was young, some bad things happened to me which caused me to lose the ability to bear children. And do to some poor health choices, I lost the ability to conceive. 362 more words
2 days, 13 hours
Willing and able do not always go hand in hand. In fact, there seems to be a ginormous mysterious chasm between the two sometimes.
I’m willing to fly, but I’m not able. 314 more words
3 days, 10 hours
Andrew called and said, “What are you guys up to?” I replied, “Buying vampire teeth, of course, what are you doing?”
We had an old friend from St. 357 more words
5 days, 10 hours
One Big Happy Home
One of the greatest sources of conflict for any of us is unmet expectations. So many of the low moments in my life are when people didn’t behave the way I thought they should or hoped they would. 435 more words
6 days, 14 hours
And this is how I know that Blitzen has grown so much.
I ask her, once we are on the train, if she knows exactly where in Chelsea that she would like us to go so that I can be sure that we get off at the right stop. 332 more words
6 days, 20 hours
In the midst of the happy chaos of a full house I did take some time to talk to the adoption agency I looked into previously. 391 more words
1 week, 2 days