Some of my writing

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Over the past year I've had the privilege to write for adoption.com
Here are some of my favorite pieces I've written so far.

https://adopting.org/alabama-adoptions-during-pandemic/

https://adopting.org/choosing-adoption-already-have-kids/

https://adoption.com/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-a-forever-family/

https://adoption.com/how-and-when-talk-to-child-about-adoption/

https://adoption.org/what-is-a-mother

https://adoption.org/what-makes-adoptive-families-different

Do you have questions about adoption that you'd love answered? Email me or comment here with suggestions.


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