I have read a lot of articles, journals, books and anything else I can get my hands on – all about RAD.  I try to soak up the information and promise myself to use it …

Two steps and a knock from my front door, and I’m in an orphanage. We don’t call it an orphanage, but a rose by any other name is still a rose. No matter what we call it, Mommy and Daddy don’t come home at night.

Well, my daughter, whom my husband and I adopted from China, doesn’t look just like my Korean-born cousin, but – to quote my five-year-old Tongginator – they DO have “the same shiny, black, Mulan hair.” Sometimes it takes my breath away to think of how our pasts can so radically shape our futures.