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By: Kristen Nicole
KristenNicole's picture Open adoption can be tricky. It can be scary. However, it can also be wonderful. As my family and I start becoming even more open with our adoptions (moving from just e-mails, pictures, and letters, to possible phone calls and visits), we are finding that it really isn’t as scary as we thought. It is a little tricky since we do have to set boundaries, and that can be uncomfortable to do with the amazing person who gave birth to our child. Yet we are much more open-minded about our adoptions then we were five years ago. Unfortunately, our families and close friends are not so open... Read More
By: Betty Phillips
Betty Phillips's picture My mom has an English Springer Spaniel, BJ, who is blind, and has been blind from birth. She rescued him about five years ago from being euthanized. He had been through several owners who could not take care of him and his special needs. Mom was pretty much his last chance. She thought that once she got BJ home, she would be his seeing eye person, but then something amazing happened. She watched BJ "map out" the back yard. She watched him walk the perimeter of her large, fenced, backyard. As he walked, she saw his head bobbing up and down as if he were counting his steps. Today,... Read More
By: Terri Gake
TerriGake's picture Once upon a time I had a boyfriend, thought I knew what love was, got pregnant, and lost the boyfriend. The end. Or was it really the beginning? After Boyfriend stopped acknowledging I was alive, I stopped having my periods. I knew what was going on, but still tried to maintain the appearance that all was well. I finally figured out that trying to hide it from my mom was impossible since she still did all the shopping. Then one day, she cornered me and asked me a bunch of pointed questions until she got to the truth. From there, things went downhill. Once my mother and grandmother... Read More
By: John Simmons
John Simmons's picture Strange. I never saw one of them cry. I mean, I should have… I visited the orphanages filled with school-aged children and teens dozens of times. I saw them laugh. I watched them play. I heard them yell. I even broke up a scuffle. But I never saw one of them cry. Maybe whatever makes children cry was broken. Inside. Deep, down inside. What could break something that fundamental? Was it worn out? I guess that’s possible. How much would a child cry for a lost family; a lost mother? If crying happens because of frustration and anger, these children, I’m sure, had cried plenty.... Read More

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