The hoops that LGBT parents and families jump through to protect and assert our rights are consistent reminders that we remain on unequal footing with our straight peers.
With somewhere between 5 and 7 million homeless animals entering U.S. animal shelters, it's unconscionable to suggest, as one writer did in the Washington Post, that adopting a pet from an animal shelter is a bad idea.
Folks are not familiar with issues around adoption and don't know the correct language to use unless they have been impacted by adoption or educated on the issues. Likewise with the LGBT community.
We love digging up videos of puppies doing adorable things online. Thanks to ShelterMe.com, we can put this guilty pleasure to good use by spending time with shelter animals and sharing their photos and videos with the world.
Now, I don't know what is true or not. I think there are three people in this world that know exactly what happened there and unfortunately, they are not issuing a joint statement.
In April, I changed somebody's life. I set out to raise money to help a cleft-affected girl in my former orphanage in China and was successful -- wildly so. But the life I changed was actually my own. In trying to help someone else, I found my community.
That any church these days would take the step toward full inclusion of the LGBT community is courageous. That the Salvadoran Episcopal Church's Sexual Diversity Ministry even exists is a miracle to behold.
Adopting or acquiring an animal -- any animal -- is a lot of work, and it is a gamble. These two things are true every time. Before bringing a pet into your life, you have to be certain that you have the wherewithal, commitment, and maturity to rise and meet that challenge, now or later -- whatever it may be.
My instinct was to defend and protect my cub, to nip the lies in the bud and reinforce them with truth. However, I realized that I'd been granted a rare glimpse into my child's daily life -- and that 99% of these situations will take place when I'm not around.
Some adopted children will not express interest in knowing their past. Others will become obsessed with exploring their roots. In my experience as an adoptive mother of one daughter born in Ethiopia, you will not know which personality your child owns until she acquires the language to tell you so.
At the moment hundreds of children from Central America are risking a long, dangerous trip without adults to come to the United States to escape oppressive poverty, violence, and exploitation. They are receiving a mixed welcome, sometimes with compassion and sometimes with hostility. St. Paul's words seem relevant to me.
Identity formation always includes a process of othering, of demarcating oneself from those who are different. But what if one's identity has two sides?
Every child deserves a home. Yet the child welfare system does not have a sound record of developing best practices for serving children and youth waiting to be adopted who have been identified as "difficult to place."
I want to challenge all of you who have decided that children in foster care are "broken" or "needy" or "too much to handle" to look beyond what you can read on our website or any other adoption or foster care website.
If someone on Twitter thinks gays should not have the right to marry, my 140 retort back isn't going to change their minds. I've never heard anyone ever say, "Someone posted a .jpeg on Facebook and now I'm a liberal!"
Three is the age of extreme emotion. One minute I've got a sweet-as-pie charming little girl who can squeeze not one cookie, but two out of me with a smile and big bear hug. Minutes later, she spits in my face .