“Come with me, Mommy! I wanna show you the fairy castle! There’s a little river and everything!”
At the back of our lot is “God’s little acre,” a section loaded with brush and brambles as far as little eyes can see. Wild…
July 5th, 2010 by Heidi Hess Saxton
“Come with me, Mommy! I wanna show you the fairy castle! There’s a little river and everything!”
At the back of our lot is “God’s little acre,” a section loaded with brush and brambles as far as little eyes can see. Wild…
June 16th, 2010 by Heidi Hess Saxton
My friend Monica Rafie, founder of “Be Not Afraid”, recently told me about the Judice family, whose son Eli was prenatally diagnosed with spina bifida and hydrocephalus. Chad Judice recently published an account of his journey from fear to faith,…
May 18th, 2010 by Heidi Hess Saxton
“Why wasn’t I born in your tummy, Mommy? If God wanted me to be in your family, why didn’t He make me grow like other babies, in your tummy?”
Like most adoptive mothers who hear this question, my heart broke…
March 30th, 2010 by Heidi Hess Saxton
My brain felt as though it was swimming through Jell-O as I pulled my car up to the stop light. No sooner had the light change registered than the driver behind me leaned on the horn — long and loud. …
January 30th, 2010 by Heidi Hess Saxton
Tonight I watched "The Pregnancy Pact" on Lifetime Television. With one in six teenage girls becoming pregnant before age 20, the main premise of the movie – that the expectations of pregnant teenagers seldom turn out the way they thought,…
January 19th, 2010 by Heidi Hess Saxton
It’s an unfortunate fact that each generation must uncover for itself: Love is a battlefield. Except for those who marry their first love, and early in life, most of us carry on our hearts the scars of broken, often ill-advised,…
November 24th, 2009 by Heidi Hess Saxton
This is a true story.
A supersized black kid wearing shorts and a polo shirt, carrying a plastic grocery sack, wandered aimlessly in the frigid night air. He had run from multiple foster homes, most recently from a black family…
October 31st, 2009 by Heidi Hess Saxton
I rushed through the house, fixing dinner and straightening the house. The babysitter would arrive any minute, so my husband and I could attend a school fundraiser. As I swiped the bathroom mirror with a cloth, I caught my wedding…
September 15th, 2009 by Heidi Hess Saxton
The word “salvage” is not a pretty one. It always involves someone making the best of an undeniably bad situation. We salvage valuables after a fire, flood, or natural disaster. The Lost and Found Family reminds us that sometimes human…
August 28th, 2009 by Heidi Hess Saxton
Call me Booster Mom. My official title remains to be seen – President, Vice President, Chief Bottle Washer and Cookie Dough Pusher. It all boils down to the same thing: For the next school year, a sizeable chunk of Day-Timer…