Dear God Please Forgive my Daughters First Mother
Dear God, please forgive my daughters’ first mother. I know that isn’t what I used to ask from you. I know I said I wanted her to burn in hell. I know…
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Dear God, please forgive my daughters’ first mother. I know that isn’t what I used to ask from you. I know I said I wanted her to burn in hell. I know…
Last year I attended an incredible adoption conference called Together for Adoption. There, for the first time, I saw the author of my favorite adoption book: Until We All Come Home. I…
Recently I was talking with one of the thought leaders in adoption and orphan advocacy. She is currently putting together a keynote presentation for hopeful parents who have waited through extraordinary delays…
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 monetary purposes. There are “children of…
Western society was shocked in the mid 1990s when we heard that there were 132 million orphans in the world. As good hearted people took this number at face value, many rushed…
Orphan advocacy takes up a large part of my life, now. Consequently, I was unexpectedly shaken by a notification of the death of someone I never met. She wasn’t a mover or a shaker.…
Finding Faith Finding faith, for me, never comes easy. Maybe it's true… things are always in the last place you look. While I was raised in an active Christian home and…
There are children available for adoption. They probably aren't where you're looking, unless you happen to be looking behind magic doors. I spend a lot of time in the online adoption community…
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 our adopted children had done…
Oksana lived in half of this "Duplex" with her five children and three other adults. Of course there are days when I am ashamed of some of the people on my side…
Some of my little friends from Far East, Russia 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,…
Her name was Marina. She was one of the sweetest, prettiest, shyest little girls I had ever met. She was almost seven when she handed me a beautifully completed sheet from a…