Happiness. It's relative.
Somebody had to flip the switch, pull the trigger, throw the canister, aim and fire, probably several somebodies. And it wasn’t on a computer screen that they did the pointing and clicking, there was nothing antiseptic about it. People employed by the American government… Continue Reading “99 New: Somebody’s Baby”
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”
She came to America holding a Barbie doll and wearing head phones. She wore the new clothes I’d brought and the bracelet the orphanage workers had given her as a goodbye gift. She’d lived in a children’s center in Managua, Nicaragua, for over… Continue Reading “Time to Go Home”
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