Dismantling Whiteness Without Dismantling My Presence

The other night, my 13-year-old daughter said something that stopped me cold:

“Where am I supposed to go with my feelings?”

She wasn’t just asking a question.
She was naming a truth.
She was letting me know that in a home where I try so ha...

Adoption doesn’t begin with love.

It begins with loss.
And sometimes, even earlier, it begins with violence.

Not every baby is conceived in safety.
Not every pregnancy is chosen.
Some children begin their lives in the aftermath of rape, coercion, addiction, abandonment.
Some grow in wombs heavy wi...