When we adopted our son Luca from Russia in 2008, we had to take two separate trips in the fall of that year. The destination each time? A small orphanage, Konakova Children’s Home, located outside of the small town of Tver, about two hours north of Moscow. The first…
“I can’t fix this,” I said to my son Luca, as he complained to me yesterday about a neighborhood conflict he was engaged in. “But, Momma, Riley and Addison want girl time, and they don’t want to play with me.” I responded, knowing he would never understand the concept…
Abandonment. It is a force. A sweeping, unrelenting storm whose winds blow like a gale, terrorizing the soul. I’ve seen it. It is not a pretty sight. Abandonment is fond of the night. It stalks its prey. It lies in wait until the day’s activities are done. The mind…