There’s this strange dichotomy that I am living. One month ago, I sat in orphanages where children like my son, Joel, die. I’m not exaggerating, I’m not sensationalizing, boys like my son die. You see, he has a facial deformity, he is deaf, and he cannot see well. These things equate to “rejected”, “unadoptable”, “hidden” and “unworthy” in orphanages across… Read More
When I first entered the foster care arena, I actually thought I could save a child. I thought that I could pour love into a poor, little child and their lives would be fixed. I thought LOVE could fix anything and I also thought I was a pretty good parent. And then, we started to receive placements. I’ll never forget… Read More
I have been asked everyday about my trip. Well-intended, “How was your trip” questions. And honestly, I find that I lie. I lie and say “it was hard, but we did a lot of good”. And the lie tastes bitter on my tongue. It was more than hard, and there was not a lot of good. When I disembarked from… Read More
I hung up the phone and looked at the numbers I had written on the yellow post-it. I wasn’t sad, I was just numb. His IQ scores were very low and yet I didn’t know how to process this. Part of me wanted to grieve, but another part was angry. It wasn’t that I expected him to be genius, it… Read More
This post has destroyed me. These images have made me weep and my soul hurt, and what I want you to understand is that there are days that I wish I had never seen, touched or been shown this truth. I lived in a world that did not understand this orphan crisis and it was so distant from the neighborhood… Read More
I opened my Facebook newsfeed this morning and pictures flooded my vision. An article posted by the Daily Mail crying out about orphans found starving in Belarus. Where’s Belarus? I’ve never heard of that place, but I imagine that before the holocaust, Auschwitz and Ravensbruk were not recognizable names either. I looked through the pictures and they were horrifying. It… Read More