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 →
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 →
Reactive Attachment Disorder diagnosis isn’t like Down syndrome or Muscular Dystrophy in that the condition (as others that are mental rather... Read More →
The children were in the playroom sitting on the floor and singing a song while doing hand gestures. I was numb. Katya rushed to us for hugs and... Read More →
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 →