In Nancy Johnson’s debut novel, a family secret draws a successful Black woman home to small-town Indiana.
Six markers of what this means in the wake of the incarnation.
One of the greatest mysteries of faith is that God loves us as is.
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “return.”
We tend to think biology matters, and matters very much—except when we don’t.
This Is Us depicts the dangers of life alone and the complications of life together.
Anyone with a complicated life and family—all of us—will find a home in Susan Silverman’s story.
The physical reality of her son, the very tangible way that he is a part of her, will not go away. He is with her everywhere she goes.
The other month my spouse and I received a packet in the mail from our adoption agency. It came in a large, white, important-looking envelope—a hopeful envelope. Maybe something good is about to happen, we thought.
National Organization for Marriage board chair John C. Eastman recently called adoption a “second-best option” for children. He was speaking to the Associated Press about Chief Justice John Robert’s position on the rights of same-sex couples: “Certainly adoption in families headed, like Chief Roberts’ family is, by a heterosexual couple, is by far the second-best option.” The comment reveals less about adoptive families than about Eastman’s willingness to jettison religious tradition for political gain.
Dhini didn’t ask to be adopted. That's the way grace works.
The other day my husband, Ken, and I splashed and swam in a pool, then ate burgers and drank iced tea at a barbecue hosted by our friends Ann Marie and Patricia. We are pleased and proud of the honorary titles “Uncle Ken” and “Auntie Rachel,” bestowed on us by this couple and the children they are raising. I’m also thankful for permission to tell their story, which has taught me much about what the apostle Paul calls “a spirit of adoption.”