Raising Emily was so much different. The whole game changed. Even though one of our other children had RAD, until Emily came home, we never... Read More →
It has been said that love is the answer no matter the question. Right or wrong, I can tell you this: In our family, adopted children feel secure... Read More →
Today, the Friday before Memorial Day, happens to be my daughter, Annie’s birthday. Though it may seem strange to you, I associate those two... Read More →
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 →
My adopted daughters struggle with all of the conflicting feelings that come with a Mothers’ Day fraught with memories of a birth mother who... Read More →
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 →
The first time I saw him, he was so frail. He was only a month old and his heart was so busy pumping blood through holes between its chambers... Read More →
Because some of our children have Reactive Attachment Disorder measuring success is hard to do and that leaves us, as parents, frustrated. My... Read More →
My oldest daughter hadn’t been home from Russia for a month before we noticed her pointing pencils or other objects at us while contorting her... Read More →
Psychologists call them triggers. They could be events, objects, sensory stimulations or even words. When a person who has experienced severe... Read More →