Happiness. It's relative.
The kids in the orphanage in Nicaragua where we adopted three children didn’t cry. They’d already done their crying someplace else. They might have looked concerned but they didn’t cry when passed from one person to the next like a bowl of mashed potatoes… Continue Reading “Unforgivable”
Not everything about abandonment is sad. Take this beefy blue bike, for instance. One person might figure Beefy Blue was junked, its chain too rusty for locomotion. Another might see the same old bike as an opportunity to sail down the street with a loaf of bread… Continue Reading “The Rusty Chain”
We took our sons back to the place where they were abandoned as babies. In their late teens, they had no memory of anything in Nicaragua much less the place where they had last seen their birth mothers. It seemed graceless and unfeeling to get… Continue Reading “Going Back to the Place You Were Left”
A few weeks ago, a two year old girl was found alone at a McDonald’s on Milwaukee’s south side, no parents or relatives around; police were called and her picture was put up on the evening news. Because she looked amazingly like our older… Continue Reading “Slow Scab: Adopted Kids Don’t Forget Being Left”
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