I follow her blog. She follows mine. We follow each other on Twitter. We are Facebook friends. Our relationship is complex. She is American. I am Indian. She is Christian. I am Hindu. She eats meat. I do not. She lives in the Southwest. I live in the Northeast. Neither friends nor immediate family, we are linked by our children. She gave birth to them. I raise them.
It would be near impossible to find one who wouldn't be grateful to have an advocate with a strong voice until that foster kid is old enough and brave enough to be her own.
I am not a fan, in general, of adoption memoirs perhaps because I have read too may. Most are elongated, detailed blog posts. Split at the Root: a memoir of love and lost identity stands head and shoulders above the run-of-the-mill adoption memoir.
What if you chose to save one life this year? What if you cared enough to do something about children who are suffering?
Perhaps you want a four-legged workout partner or a snuggler who enjoys long naps on the couch. Whatever your lifestyle, there's a dog out there who will fit right in.
When a child is born to unmarried biological parents or results from a married biological parent's affair, there may be a conflict between the biological parents concerning appropriate parenting for the child.
Over the past six decades, at least 200,000 Korean children have been adopted into families in more than 15 countries, with a vast majority living in the United States.
Milestones are melancholy for me, even more so with my adopted children. Most of the time I feel like you are my child, period. When we talk about the differences in our skin and hair colors and textures, you are still my child alone. Even when we visit your birth family, you belong to me.
Moms are used to opinions, often unsolicited, from relatives, friends, neighbors, co-workers, and sometimes more annoying and intrusive from strangers. But taking a photo of a mom and her children and using it to crucify her for her decisions is horrifying and a total invasion of privacy.
Here's something I realized after I had a four-year break between infants: there's a lot about babies that really sucks. And the novelty of being woken up multiple times per night wears off just a little bit quicker with each kid.
At the beginning of the summer two NYC foster care landmarks were told they were no longer going to be funded. This happens a lot. Not so much in NYC but all over the country. Nonprofits lose their funding. Well intentioned groups disappear. That wouldn't be the case this time.
What will become of this sweet, now very depressed toddler who is waiting to be adopted for at least two years? Her papers are sitting on a desk. All the i's are dotted and the t's crossed. We can't imagine why there is no final action for this lovely and sweet child who needs medical care to save her vision and the love of her parents who have waited patiently for over two years for this adoption to be final.
The inspiration for Jazzy's Quest came from my daughter, Katie. We adopted Katie out of foster care when she was a baby. When she was almost six years old, her birthmother reached out and asked us to come visit, and we began taking Katie for annual reunions with her birthmother and siblings. We didn't know any families like ours!
While many things can go tragically wrong in adoption cases, a preventable problem is a failure to appropriately terminate the parental rights of a biological parent. This comment provides a brief and incomplete educational overview of the single issue of termination of parental rights in domestic U.S. adoption cases.
A quiet civil rights movement is taking place in states across the country. Receiving far less publicity than marriage equality, you may not even be aware of the fight for equality by adopted citizens.
Can I share something with you? Being a parent has been the second best thing I have ever done. The first, of course, was marrying my wife! To be sure, being a parent has made me a much better person, in so many ways.