Imagine losing your first home to one of the most devastating storms in history, Hurricane sandy when you were only a few weeks old. Now add to that l...
I think people -- even today -- don't think that adoptive parents go through the same things that you do when you have a biological child.
Gary and Ellen are the proud parents of nine children -- one biological and eight adopted. The adoption of six of those children, a sibling group, occurred just before Ellen had surgery. She beat breast cancer. Gary and Ellen are clearly heroes. But we can all be heroes. And we must be.
When it comes to family planning, fertility, infertility, miscarriage, infant loss and recovery, there really can't be too much love.
The experience of visiting my orphanage struck something within me, and I could no longer deny the reality of the two places in China that I had a connection to. For the first time in my life, I saw myself as I truly was: a Chinese adoptee.
We sometimes don't think to talk about what should seem obvious. And so, for the sake of all our children, and especially in honor of November, National Adoption Month, please, teach your children well.
Just before I turned 21, I had a baby girl who was adopted at birth by an amazing couple. The fact that I have another chance to be a mom -- and more, that I get to be a mom to a little girl -- is overwhelming at times.
A few days ago, I got an excited call from Becky Fawcett, the executive director and founder of HelpUsAdopt.org, telling me that her organization has awarded a record amount of adoption-assistance grants to LGBT families in the past year.
When we practice empathy we connect. When we receive empathy we feel seen, known and loved. In other words, we all feel not so alone in this huge, hard world.
Practicing empathy means being willing to sit with someone in their discomfort. It means being willing to just be with someone, maybe not saying a single word or simply saying, that is so hard, that sucks, I can't imagine, ugh.
Lots of families celebrate the day they met their adopted child and became a family. But while I appreciate the love and everything else my parents give me, Gotcha Day can be a mixed bag -- one that leaves kids like me sad and confused.
We must continue to break this silence. It is only through talking about our stories that we will be able to embrace it all. Through this embracing we will be able to practice our recovery no matter what our version of the happy ending is.
This year, in our church's All Saints celebration, I lit a candle to my birth parents Ken and Sophia, to birth grandparents Clinton and Jessie, to Katie and John, my saints I'll never meet, but whose genes are the weft and warp in the tapestry that is me.
I am acutely aware that for me to gain my family, two women across the world suffered a massive loss. I can't imagine their pain. I don't know what I would say to them. But I won't ignore that they exist.
Sanitation worker Nathan Binnie was on route in New Stanton, Pennsylvania, in front of a residence on Pine Lane. A puppy, stuffed in a garbage can. "...
I grew up to become a vegetarian turned vegan, volunteer for town shelters, and now am currently employed as a 'dog caretaker' at a no-kill animal shelter. I guess you can say I kind of love animals.