To me, it wasn’t initially a question of mercy or justice. It was just what should have been done. I was shocked when the judge said that... Read More →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →