To Sing Frogs Chapter 18a
Chapter 18 A Promise Fulfilled Amy handed me the large bouquet to hold while she climbed back into the car. She had insisted we stop on our way... Read More →
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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 →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 17d
I was sure I recognized the area as near to the place where we had visited Katya two months prior. It turned out I was right. We were only a mile... Read More →
When Mothers’ Day is Hard for Children
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 →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 17c
“We were afraid you weren’t coming,” Stass said while I hugged Anya. Amy embraced Stass and we introduced the couple to Dyehdushka Bill. Anya... Read More →
Reactive Attachment Disorder Diagnosis for Your Child
Reactive Attachment Disorder diagnosis isn’t like Down syndrome or Muscular Dystrophy in that the condition (as others that are mental rather... Read More →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 17b
Bill’s voice was chipper as ever despite having just completed an equivalent trip to Amy’s and mine. I called him in his room just after checking... Read More →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 17a
Chapter 17 Chasing the Sun My cell phone rang as we sat at the gate in Detroit watching stationary airplanes while waiting to board the flight... Read More →
Reactive Attachment Disorder World: Life is Never Boring
Several of my children live in Reactive Attachment Disorder World. We’re trying to teach them how to live in their new world, but I’m... Read More →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 16b
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 →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 16a
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 →
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 →
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