A call to the crisis line resulted in a swarm of police, fire and EMS personnel at our home. We thought the kids were leaving after our call, until the officer kneeled and said...
During a recent visit to a southern plantation historic site, our three kids played outside an cabin for enslaved people. The weight of this moment resonated deeply because 155 years ago, this wouldn't be possible.
We took a trip to Wilmington to make painful decisions and hard choices about the care of our children. There, we realized that we are not broken even though upon our return, our family changed.
Most of the foster/adoptive parents I talk to speak of the loneliness of the journey. That's why we need supporters to step up. There are four types, which one are you?