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 →
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 →
I had always understood empathy to be trying to imagine myself in someone else’s shoes, and then trying to understand how it would feel. I got it... Read More →
Recently we changed things in this document to correct erroneous information on the age of our daughters’ biological sibling, Vitaly (or... Read More →
Survivor Syndrome has been rough on my daughter. Sarah had been home from Russia for five years when we met with her friends, in Spain. Those... Read More →