[From time to time, as a therapy exercise for Emily, we talk about what she would do if she had a magic wand and could fix anything she wanted... Read More →
For two of my daughters, inconsistency in needs being met and the rotating caregivers that provided for those needs made up the incubator that... Read More →
My wife’s father was a notorious sex felon. She left her first family at fifteen and entered the foster system where the form of abuse changed... Read More →
The outside of our current home is not nearly as impressive as the feelings were inside the most humble place our family has ever lived. Neither... Read More →
My dad from Russia went to [on] the train. Sometimes he takes with him vodka or sometimes friends. Most of all he brings saw with him. Sometimes... Read More →
First time I never saw my sisters, because I abused them and I went to jail. [Emily was quite violent when she came home, only because that is... Read More →
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 →
I first learned to cope with death as I walked away from a Russian orphanage with my new daughter, shrieking in my arms. Of all the places I... Read More →
First I went with my dad from Russia and I am helping to my Russian dad like put bucket in the wail. [The water used in Emily’s house in Russia... Read More →
There almost always seems to be a trigger when my wife and I see bad behavior in our adopted children. When two of them get milk, they turn... Read More →