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You-are-not-crazy. You weren’t crazy before you brought this child into your home. In fact, before you did that no one ever thought you were crazy. No one else caused you to question…
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…
Mothers Day 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 brutally abused them,…
Reactive Attachment Disorder diagnosis isn’t like Down syndrome or Muscular Dystrophy in that the condition (as others that are mental rather than physical) is far more obscure. You can’t just stick a needle…
Emily Simmons days before leaving Russia for her new home in the U.S. Several of my children live in Reactive Attachment Disorder World. We're trying to teach them how to live in…
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…
As Seen on Huffington Post Oh, I talk the talk. I try to walk the walk. When it comes to difficult circumstances, I always try to focus on what is best for…
Introductory video to Life in our Kinda Normal Family https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MRFMw4M2Yg Amy and I thought that adding video to our blog would help you get to know our family better. Here is…
Because some of our children have Reactive Attachment Disorder measuring success is hard to do and that leaves us, as parents, frustrated. My wife sprang a leak. Water ran from both eyes, down…
As Seen on Adoption.net Recently, my Google alerts for “adoption” and “international adoption” went crazy. It seemed that every news outlet in the U.S. had picked up on the story. International adoptions…
My oldest daughter hadn’t been home from Russia for a month before we noticed her pointing pencils or other objects at us while contorting her eyes and face. Emily had come from…