02/14/2026
When I adopted George from Romania, I was full of hope.
I believed I was giving a disadvantaged child a beautiful life. I imagined completing our family. I imagined giving my older son a little brother.
Instead, George arrived carrying wounds far deeper than I understood.
What followed was not the story I had dreamed of. It was a season of survival. Of learning about fetal alcohol syndrome, autism, attachment disorder — and the unpredictable storms that trauma can bring into a home.
We came to call it “Hurricane George.”
Not because we didn’t love him.
But because love alone was not enough to calm what trauma had built inside him.
That journey - the dreams, the heartbreak, the resilience became the foundation of When the Bough Breaks.
I didn’t write it to shock anyone.
I wrote it to tell the truth.
And to let other families know they are not alone in the complicated, messy, sacred work of raising children with profound needs.
Some stories are not what we expected.
But they still deserve to be told.