
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…
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…
“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.”…
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…