Adoption: Q&A from an Adoptee

On May 18, 1964, I was born in the Provo Hospital (now Utah Valley Medical Center). Two days later—if legend is true—my parents' lawyer picked me up from my birth mother, who said, “Tell her I hope she has a wonderful life.” (I was there, but my memory was...

On Hairism

Most of you know that I have red hair. Bright red, but not quite clown-like, and now a bit more white than I'd care to admit. In spite of my dear parents' best efforts, I grew up hating my hair because everyone else seemed to hate it, too. But I couldn't figure out...

How Do We Love Another Woman’s Child?

When I became pregnant with my first child a girl I couldn't understand how having a baby would be markedly different from babysitting. And I wasn't too thrilled with the whole idea. Then she was born and I found that I would give my life for this precious baby in a...