• No One Needs to Sit Alone

    I was already a single Mother when I found out I was pregnant again. I was in a place of constant survival mode. I’d come home from working two jobs

  • A Poem in Honor of Birth Mothers

    "Star Power" - A Poem by Tara Meyer Dull Someday I want to tell you about the day anger walked through the door. Stormy steps, jaw clenched. It was the

  • Adoption is Life Changing: Leah’s Story Update

    Hello, fellow birth moms! Also, hello to all the potential birth moms out there trying to find some kind of sign that adoption is the right option. I hope my

  • The Importance of a Support System – Deb’s Story

    When I found at the age of 20 that I was facing an unplanned pregnancy, I thought the best thing to do in the situation was to marry the baby’s

  • Open Adoption is a Unique Relationship

    Hello, my name is Maggie and I am 31-years-old. I had a childhood filled with unsafe situations, neglect, and uncertainty. I haven't seen my mother since the age of 12

  • Healing is a Process: Kristen’s Story

    At the young age of 17, I discovered around 3 months along, that I was pregnant. I was a senior in high school, a 3-sport athlete, in the marching band,

  • “I had to let them go so that we could all live.” — Aimee’s Story

    Warning: The content of this story contains very sensitive subjects and potentially distressing material about the effects of depression and mental illness.  My name is Aimée Farrell, and this is

  • Healing Isn’t Linear – Robin’s Story

    We all have stories. Some stories may be funny. Some stories may be sad. Some stories..well..are unique and simply don’t turn out exactly as “planned”. Or perhaps it all was

  • A Real Extended Family Relationship

    Letters and photos a few times a year.  That’s what we thought it would look like.  A relationship with our child’s birth mother that would be arm’s length and comfortable

  • Lydia’s Update: Keeping Promises 6 Years Later

    It’s been almost 6 years since I placed my sweet daughter into the arms of the woman she would call “mommy."  Since that day, I’ve felt immense amounts of sorrow, and