It is strange to expect a wish-fulfillment story like Annie (no matter which version) to offer trenchant commentary on anything, and especially unsettling when a critic born in the Jim Crow era decrees that actors of color must still deliver some specific "black angle" in 2014.
Before Georgia, I lived in a world that revolved around me. All day, every day. That orbit changed the day Georgia arrived. This living, breathing, wagging ball of fur is letting me learn how to be a better giver and to feel all the feels that that can bring.
I didn't choose to become a foster mom because I couldn't have my own children. I chose to become a foster mom because a young person needed me and my desire to mother has never been centered on my genetics, but on my ability to love and care for others.
Let's face it: the prospect of accepting someone else's child as your own can be scary. It's a crap shoot, no question. But let's face this too: raising your own birth child is no less of a crap shoot.
On a day when I felt like we were the worst example of family... a day when I hoped no one noticed us... she did. But she didn't see what I assumed everyone was seeing. She didn't think what I assumed everyone was thinking. She saw beauty and love and hope and family.
Imagine somebody getting rid of you because they got something shiny and new. Best of all people don't care, they look at giving up their pets whom have loved them unconditionally like returning a sweater to a store. They don't care, just walk away.
Can you imagine ever making a decision that had to do with bringing a child to a loving home? Well, Millie and her 14-year-old daughter had to make a tough choice. Her judgment changed her life and all those around her.
Pure incremental and breakthrough innovation is unsustainable so how does one balance managements' risk-attitude with users' taste preferences when designing innovative offerings?
I will never get full understanding from everyone, let alone validation. But, I will still speak my story. I will own all the parts of my story. And, I will continue to fight and break the shamed silence that surrounds infertility, miscarriage, infant loss and recovery.
I do not owe you an explanation, and I think anger is a healthy reaction to what this child has endured in his very short lifetime. As you huff and pull your children away from our "bad example," I will roll my eyes and remind myself that you do not know what you do not know.
While Karen/Anyeli's adoptive parents and the U.S. government ignore the controversy and illegalities surrounding her adoption, it remains to be seen how learning about it, which seems inevitable given the news coverage, will affect the child at the center of it.
Is there really such a thing as a coincidence? Or is there something in life, working behind the scenes to bring every story together? I did not set out to answer this question. I just followed my fascination with a strange and beautiful story from China, about twin sisters surprisingly reunited by a red dress.
Adopting in your 50s is a lot more common than people think and the process doesn't have to be drawn out. Celebrities are among the growing number of our generation who are choosing to adopt.
The only difference between me and a non-adopted child is that I just happen to have two more parents. Questions about my adoption don't bother me because I am not ashamed. Rather, I think of my adoption of something that makes me unique.
We asked New Yorkers to finish the sentence, I can get married, but I still can't... and here's how some of them responded.
Defining our everything and our enoughs in order to let go, embrace and move forward. I think we can apply these questions to many areas of our lives that we are struggling with.