Chapter 16 Trust Us For Amy it was Kirrill. For me, leaving Katya would tear out my heart. Of course Kirrill had a cold. He was in a hospital... 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 →
“Five hundred.” “How can I help you if you don’t tell me the truth?” Tatiana looked helplessly at Stass. “Six hundred.” “Dr. Tatiana, you are a... Read More →
It would be bad if we didn’t visit Kirrill at least twice, Stass had explained. Russian adoption courts worshipped the number two like Christians... Read More →
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 →
Footsteps and Russian words from the hallway interrupted my imagination. Amy erupted from her chair and went straight to the doorway. Stass and I... Read More →
As Seen on Huffington Post Oh, I talk the talk. I try to walk the walk. When it comes to difficult circumstances, I always try to focus on what... Read More →
The brick of the Ussuriysk Baby Hospital was off white. The building accents and security metalwork over the windows were sky blue. It was a... Read More →
I had heard people say they experienced an immediate overpowering euphoric attachment with some of their biological children, but it took time to... Read More →