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Fairytales. Everyone has one. Mine has changed and morphed over time. In its current form, it haunts me. During the last four years, mine ...

Perfection . I spent my childhood building it. I built it shiny and covetable. I built it in my marriage and in my parenting skills … until ...

The question of family comes up not only for National Adoption Month, but also at this time of year when turkeys are basted. Before my ado...

This year has been marked by losses. As a community, we are reminded that we are fragile. In the month of May we lost Jane , Gabe and Phill...

A week ago, I collected lots of Puerto Rican music to remind me of my father. His loss permeates my soul. He was my anchor in much of my ...

Dear Young Woman, Your golden locks blow in the breeze of the backseat.  A night of merriment in this early spring. Youth and...

In the past few weeks, our community of adoptees lost two souls … one a 14-year-old Korean girl, the other a deported 40-something Korean ma...

Korea is my comfort. My reset. Touching down in Seoul removes the tension of life in the United States . Back in the days before my first ...

The water gurgles by me. I   s—t—r—e—t—c—h … But I am a young one, A young one who knows not what lies ahead. My buds are just beginning...

I have been reluctant to write about the new series on NBC, This Is Us . Because … it slays a part of me every episode. All I could muster...