It is time that diversity is lived, not only by the diverse people themselves, but by all the others in the same way. We need a little more action and a little less conversation. The difference between what our kids see and what they should see, will tell us what to do.
Four months ago, after three long-ass years of waiting, I adopted a nice little half-black, half-Polish boy called Cameron. Despite the near-constant ...
The "ching chang ching chong's" and "Where are you from's?" may never stop, but hopefully, within the next 29 years, it will be easier to find the balance between hanging my head in shame and completely losing my s**t.
I don't harbor resentment about being given up for adoption. I don't see the point, because constantly questioning my identity would just eat me up. Instead, I'm grateful, and I can't begin to explain how liberating that is.
I wanted to say thank you -- not to have a window of opportunity opened for one second, only to have the blinds closed over it the next.
We can replace apathy with action by forming a loud and provocative voice for the millions of children languishing in orphanages. We can overcome the bureaucracies and political agendas that condemn bright kids to a highly compromised future.
Fifteen-year-old Davion Navar Henry Only has spent his entire life in Florida's foster care system. He's been moved from placement to placement throughout his childhood. For some children like Davion, foster care can last an entire childhood.
More children are remaining in orphanages for longer periods of time, thereby incurring the increased developmental and psychic harm that comes from being institutionalized, while also diminishing their prospects for ever moving into a permanent family.
Ask yourself if what you're about to say will benefit anyone other than you, and if the answer is, "no," swallow those words and find a way to be as loving and harmless as possible. Do your best not to be horrible. That will make the world a much happier place.
I was adopted at birth, and met my biological mother when I was 19 years old -- well after her first diagnosis, treatment and remission from breast cancer. It really didn't register at the time how close I came to never having known my own mother and best friend.
Those who urge you to clamp your puppy's mouth shut, throw objects or spray them in the face may mean well, but they are employing cruel, outdated punishments that serve to scare and not instruct your puppy.
A person who is feeding, clothing and nurturing a child, a person with whom a child has bonded, a person who is -- let's use the verb -- parenting a child, can now stand on a level playing field in the halls of the family court with those who birthed or adopted her.
There are large social and ethical considerations that mitochondrial replacement forces us to confront. Most importantly, this technology raises one of the thorniest questions humanity will ever face: are we willing to genetically modify future generations of humans?
Maybe Davion's plea will create a bigger change than he ever imagined. Maybe it will prompt our nation to listen to the voices of foster youth who are asking for a family before it's too late.
Cupcakes with pink and blue frosting curlicues imitating sperm (a nod to the party's missing guest) and mini quiches (because it only makes sense to pay homage to "eggs" at a sperm donor fete) rounded out a menu for guests who helped my cousin choose a father, err... a donor.