Dear God Please Forgive my Daughters First Mother
Dear God, please forgive my daughters’ first mother. I know that isn’t what I used to ask from you. I know I said I wanted her to burn in hell. I... Read More →
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Together for Adoption 2014: Urgency and Complexity
Last year I attended an incredible adoption conference called Together for Adoption. There, for the first time, I saw the author of my favorite... Read More →
Losing Faith: When Miracles don’t Seem to Come and Families Falter
Recently I was talking with one of the thought leaders in adoption and orphan advocacy. She is currently putting together a keynote presentation... Read More →
Orphans and Homes for Them to go Home to
We need to find homes for orphans to go home to. Alright, maybe “orphans” is the wrong word. Heaven knows that word has been brutalized for... Read More →
Orphans: I’m Tired of Hearing it.
Western society was shocked in the mid 1990s when we heard that there were 132 million orphans in the world. As good hearted people took this... Read More →
Orphan Advocacy: One Less Orphan to Worry About
Orphan advocacy takes up a large part of my life, now. Consequently, I was unexpectedly shaken by a notification of the death of someone I never... Read More →
Finding Faith: Why Does God Care?
Finding faith, for me, never comes easy. Maybe it’s true… things are always in the last place you look. While I was raised in an... Read More →
Children Available for Adoption: Behind Magic Doors
There are children available for adoption. They probably aren’t where you’re looking, unless you happen to be looking behind magic... Read More →
Mercy or Justice? A Story of Orphans: You be the Judge
To me, it wasn’t initially a question of mercy or justice. It was just what should have been done. I was shocked when the judge said that... Read More →
Better off Without International Adoption? Not Hardly.
Of course there are days when I am ashamed of some of the people on my side of the inter-country adoption fence. Some of the black eyes the... Read More →
How to Soothe our Pain When we Can’t Help who we Want to Help
Marina was seven and Jula was five, like my daughter-to-be. I don’t know how old Jenya, Maksím, André, Dasha, Ksenya and Natasha were, but it... Read More →
You Don’t Need to be as Wrong as I Was
Her name was Marina. She was one of the sweetest, prettiest, shyest little girls I had ever met. She was almost seven when she handed me a... Read More →
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