Betrothed Babies Blog

Sometimes about babies, sometimes about us, always cathartic


April 2016


Today, 14 years ago was the worst day of my life. And for once I’m not exaggerating for effect. Fourteen years ago, after being coma for 15 days, my dad passed away. I was thirteen and expectedly devastated.

My life changed so drastically that moment. I would probably be a totally different person if it weren’t for this tragedy. The essence would be the same, but certain tweaks to my personality were necessary to survive.

Continue reading “Today.”

How Infertility Increased My Empathy for My Son’s Birthmom

This week is National Infertility Awareness Week. Infertility has become a bad word, a taboo topic, something people are ashamed of or try to sweep under the rug. I’m suggesting a different approach – TALK ABOUT IT! Ask questions! Let’s stop making women feel inferior for their bodies not being able to create or carry children.

I wrote an article comparing the stories of Vincent’s birthmom and myself. It’s about empathy. And love. Mostly love.

Please click the link to read the full article.

Stage Kissing…And Other Indoor Sports

So, Husband and I have been together for over 5 years now, and in that time, I’ve not done a show where I’ve had to kiss someone onstage…until now. I’ve had my fair share of stage kisses (including my very first kiss when I was in 8th grade!) and, for me, stage kisses are no big deal, however, trying to explain them to someone who is not an actor is hard. You actually kiss someone else, but it’s without the emotion behind it, and it’s just for pretend because you’re not actually YOU when you do it…even though it’s your body and your lips…

Believe me when I say my husband is the LEAST jealous person you could ever meet. I mean, I’m glad he trusts me so much, but sometimes I wish he were a little more jealous. Not that he has anything to be jealous about, it’s just that I think a small, healthy amount of jealousy is good in a relationship. Continue reading “Stage Kissing…And Other Indoor Sports”

The First Year of Open Adoption

It’s almost been one year since we met Vincent’s birth parents. In some ways that seems right because we are all still getting to know each other, but in other ways it seems like we’ve known each other forever.

I tried to capture in words what the first year of an open adoption looks like. Please click on the link below to read the story.



Keely is one.

Maybe it’s not as hard for you to imagine that my baby is a whole year old, but for me it’s nearly unfathomable. It doesn’t feel as if she’s been this shining light in our often-chaotic lives for a year, it seems more like four or so months. I can’t imagine what it is going to feel like as she gets older.

It’s been an amazing year. Not long after we brought her home we moved into the first house we purchased. I don’t think I can imagine what this house would be like without her toys, bottles, and clothes strewn about. We still have some work to do on it, but it absolutely feels like home.

Continue reading “One.”

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