Transracial Adoption

#NAM2018 National Adoption Awareness Month: What Can Adoptive Parents Do?

Each November adoptionland is rife with op-eds, hashtags, conferences, panels and social media blitzes by all members of the triad.

My daughter, all of nine and I are standing, facing each other. I hold a tube of cucumber face pack

“I am bored!” The words seem to resound, bounce off the walls of our home over the weekend. If they

An essay I wrote earlier this year reflecting on how my mothering my children feels cleaved is now online on

cleave1split or sever (something), especially along a natural line or grain.“the large ax his father used to cleave wood for

I am crouched behind the door, my large frame cramped on the tiny steps leading down to the basement. Pattu

I park and zip my rather loose fleece jacket as I step out the driver’s seat. I open the passenger

In the many years, I have been a blogger, I have often paused to consider what I am doing. I

“Amma, can we please let Snowflake free?” Ammu pleads with me, still sleepy-eyed at 6:30 AM in the morning. “After

“I don’t like my fake name” muttered Ammu, my first daughter. I was bent over the stove tossing rice noodles

I am Indian and American, they say proudly when we talk about either country. I wonder if I should correct