Yesterday was International Donor Conception Awareness Day. And I’ve been thinking a lot about how much of our lives are shaped by the meaning we give them. The stories we tell. The language we use. The way we choose to frame our experiences. Because the truth is, so much of it is made up. So we might as well choose a story that feels expansive. That feels empowering. That feels good to live inside of. Just over 7 years ago, I found out my dad was a sperm donor. It started with a few matches on 23andMe and Ancestry and turned into something so much bigger. Today, there are 15 of us. And now? Some of us are raising second-generation donor-conceived kids. And if I’m being honest, I wouldn’t change my story. Not even if I could. Because there is something so powerful and so beautiful about the ways families can be created. Maybe I see it this way because of the life I’ve built. Being in a same-sex marriage means our children will always know their story includes more than just th...