SIBLINGS

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A Letter To My Sister

With every new life experience the gap between us continues to fade... Even though the distance separates us physically, our bond is stronger than ever. I treasure our long chats about everything and nothing at all. I treasure the time we do have together. Each moment is a gift. But, most of all, I treasure you. My big sis. You are my constant, my rock, my sounding board, my very best friend.
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My Children Have a Brother They May Never Meet

No part of me regrets the decision I made to be an egg donor but I regret how I went about it and the contract I locked myself into. I regret not requesting an open donation. I did not understand the gravity of my decisions. I believed I was mature and now I look back and feel like I was just a kid. That psychological screening, many years ago, had "screened" a version of myself I could no longer relate to. I had no way of knowing that egg donation would impact my life the way it did.
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That Time I Lost My Toddler in IKEA

Even though I knew it would be pretty stressful to go to IKEA with two toddlers, I just needed one item -- a picture frame -- and we were driving right by it. RIGHT BY. So I turned, even though I hadn't been planning to, and I parked in the underground parking lot, and we headed to IKEA.