by Ellen Stumbo | Down Syndrome, Faith
She walks to me and covers my mouth, a clear sign I’m not supposed to speak to her. “Mom. I luh you.” She waits a second, then she puts down her hand. “Thank you.” I say. “Hug?” She says, then hugs me tight, she lingers for a...
by Ellen Stumbo | Adoption
I walk across the brown hallway. The yellowish dim lights of the orphanage cast shades as I make my way through the door. On my hip, my new daughter rests awkwardly, we haven’t figured out how we fit together yet. I break out of the building, scared. I know Nina is...
by Ellen Stumbo | Disability
Perhaps some of us who parent kids with disabilities have snapped, yelled, or given an angry lecture to friends or family, leaving them utterly confused about our behavior. Who can blame them for thinking, “Well that’s the last time I talk to her!”...
by Ellen Stumbo | Adoption, Faith
I suffer form depraved indifference, and so do you. It is not that we don’t care, we care. But we go to bed and we sleep just fine. There are other lives around us, but they are not directly related to ours, they are not directly affecting our lives. But one...