How Families Change
December 8th, 2020 | by Esther Cohen
I knew it would be in a city, and I wanted my friends to be unfamiliar and different. Why are some people drawn to what is familiar and others of us the opposite
Browsing the "Adoption" Tag
“Sadness Amid Joy”: Lakshmi Iyer’s Middle-Grade Novel Brings New Perspectives to Adoption Literature
August 27th, 2020 | by Cheryl Klein
I started from the things I am intimately familiar with. I am often at the receiving end of questions like “Why is my hair black?” or “Why is my skin different from my sister?”
Palindrome
August 25th, 2020 | by Jacqueline Ellis
On the new birth certificate, the adoptive parents’ names replace those of the child’s birth parents. There is a violence to this.
Breakfast in Guangzhou
August 6th, 2020 | by Suzanne O'Brien
This country is all she knows, I think. And we are taking her away from it.
“Tell It to Me Straight”: An Adoption Story Across Borders
July 29th, 2020 | by Cheryl Klein
"It was difficult because I was never officially] adopted. I was no one, and I was never registered."
Dear Birthmother: The Full Disclosure Edition
November 21st, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
The reasons you are on that side of the adoption table and we’re on this side are mostly fucked up, not your fault or our achievement
Butch Mama
October 22nd, 2019 | by Pat Alderete
I was the only mom who rode a motorcycle with a sidecar, with room for mija and all her stuffed animals. Along with any friend who wanted a ride, and they all wanted rides
Writing FOR BLACK GIRLS LIKE ME: an interview with Mariama Lockington
August 10th, 2019 | by Ezra Stone
Earlier this summer, I read an advance reader copy of For Black Girls Like Me, Mariama Lockington’s glorious debut YA novel.
Love and Paperwork Make a Family: Adoption Books for Parents and Kids
July 31st, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
Adoption is not like a bear raising a bird. It’s like a bear raising a bear it didn’t birth
Everything I Wanted to Know About Parenting but Was Too Much of a Kid to Ask
March 13th, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
I rarely let myself grieve What Might Have Been. In doing so, I’d have to face the questions of every time-travel narrative. If my mom hadn’t died, would I have have gotten the fertility treatment that led to the miscarriage that led to the adoption of the grandson she’d adore
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