This is Me: Remember our past, celebrate our present We are collecting stories and photos of adoptees from around the world for the second edition of our book, This is Me: Remember our past,
What I Wish I’d Known BEFORE I Adopted
Dear Prospective Adopter, I remember being where you are now---the heady excitement of what is to come, the giddy nerves of the all-important Panel,* the heart-melting magic of Matching. It is one
Letter to Their Foster Carers
Dear Ken and Mary (not your real names), You gave our children a home, when they needed it most. You kept them together, letting them stay with each other and stay connected to the only family they
Home | A show about the experiences of teens in foster care
What if the home you were familiar with was suddenly torn from you and you were sent drifting? Hundreds of teens in Minnesota are currently set adrift into group and foster homes, waiting for a place
The Prodigal Son…Visits?
This is a post I never wanted to write. I just never thought things would turn out this way. Despite my best intentions, my hardest work, and all of my love, this is where we stand. We started with a
I Took a Privilege Walk: Here’s what I thought
In early February, I participated in a ‘Privilege Walk:’ an exercise that forces examination of individuals' levels of privilege or disadvantages in life. I had just finished speaking on an adoption
What They Don’t Tell You About “Those Kids”
Once I took a precious baby I was entirely smitten with to a pediatric neurologist. That neurologist spent a few moments with this infant and then told me “those kids are mean.” He went on to make
Let’s Be Brave, White Parents of Future Black Men
My husband, Matt, is an excellent story teller. He comes alive in every detail of each moment in such a way that his stories can often be longer than the event they’re describing. He’s engaging and
VIDEO: Acknowledging White Privilege in Interracial Adoption
Transcription White privilege is something we use to describe unearned benefits that people who are white get simply because they're white. For many of us who are white, we don't notice. What does
It’s Hard Being a Trauma Mama
One of the hardest things I have had to come to grips with in this journey of trauma parenting is being the one who causes the most pain in my children. I know deep down they love me and it isn't
