When culture is no longer an excuse.

In our home, we try to focus on some of the beautiful things about Ghana in an attempt to try to balance the criticisms that FPD and I have regarding some of the cultural beliefs there.  I read Holli’s Ramblings occasionally, she acts as a cultural broker for me.  She has lived, as a “Westerner”…

Life Moves On…

Do you ever feel guilty?  I do.  A lot.  Guilt over all kinds of things.  Things to do with the kind of person I am, the way I parent, how lucky we are.  I feel a lot of guilt about various aspects of my trips to Ghana.  Lately though, I’m beginning to feel guilty about…

Christian Alliance for Orphans–Feelin’ the Love.

I lost more than a few friends when we worked so hard to shut the orphanage down in Ghana.  It’s not a time I would like to return to any time in the near future.  It was filled with sadness and lies.  I’m not one to ever stand idly by while children are used and…

A House Divided.

We have a little issue over here at the Full Plate Manor (like that? Manor.  HA!  More like dirty laundry filled shack.  But, ‘manor’ just sounded so much more pleasant).  Did you know that at 2:30pm EST tomorrow our family will take sides as we root for our “homelands” in the World Cup?  I LOVE…

I’m Out.

I think everyone who reads this knows that my three Ghanaian children came from intensely difficult circumstances.  Especially our Bubbly.  She will have life long scars, both emotional and physical, from what was done to her in Ghana.  The details are her story to share, I blog about her here because this is a journal…

Fresh Girl.

Time to lighten the mood. Someday, this is going to TOTALLY embarrass a certain little Ghanaian-American who just arrived in Colorado, along with her soul sister who lives in my home.  But, their little booty shakin’ to this ditty is the reason that a certain mom now goes by the nickname “Fresh Girl“.  Before you…

Ghana is Calling.

On the telephone (many times), and now in my head.  I haven’t had a decent night sleep since we learned the truth about our Bubbly.  I haven’t had a decent night sleep since I knew that her friends had experienced the same type of pain.  I haven’t had a decent night sleep since I learned…

Lucky.

I have felt that way all day.  I have survivor guilt.  A family that I know and love lost their son, who happens to just be my son’s age, a classmate of his.  It could have been my son.  Why wasn’t it?  Was it just luck that it wasn’t?  Is everything that random?  Seth’s family…

Promises kept.

If you scroll down two posts there is a link to a video that now holds such a deeper meaning to me.  Providence took a child from his mother today.  My GhanaGuy lost one of his best friends.  A little friend that so many of us hugged and loved.  It seems so senseless. He died…

Birthparent 101 (well, maybe 201)

I’ve gotten a crash course on this trip.  Not that I didn’t already have some baseline knowledge, but this trip has put me to the test.  Both BubblyGirl’s Ghana Daddy and GhanaGuy and GhanaGirl’s mother live within walking distance of the orphanage.  They are with me, and their kids, all the time.  I couldn’t turn…

Joy and Pain

And sunshine…and a little rain.   Thank God for the rain, because children, it is hot in Ghana.  I tell that to the kids every single time I’m here and I’m sweating like a pig while we blow bubbles of dance or do whatever we do.  They just laugh at me, as if to say “stupid…

Akwaaba and a little deja vus.

Haven’t I seen this all some place before?  It’s becoming like my second home.  As I rode that same shuttle from the tarmac to the airport, I inhaled deeply and took in all the smells that are Ghana.  I always have the same reaction to the smell.   Excitement and dread combine to mix this sinking…