I was eight years old as I lay in bed that Saturday afternoon, reading a Spider-Man comic book. Mom...
Adoption
A tale of four adoptions
I know what it’s like to be abandoned. My dad said his final goodbye when I was five. While I...
Coming to America The tale of Kiber and Zelalem
“Will you always be my mom?” Kiber, age six, often asks his newly adopted mother, Tammi Baden of...
Saving precious Aurelia
My husband, Dean, and I negotiated a gauntlet of police checkpoints and begging porters before...
Two moms and a baby
The house was filled with after-school noise. We had just walked in. My kids and their friends were...
From Russia with love—to Oklahoma, USA Bringing a family...
The Russian orphanage was a refuge for Maria, but she missed her sister Natalia. During the years...
I can see the moon
The scientific “advancements” in contraception, chemical abortion and in vitro fertilization have...
The gift of love, the gift of life
I stood in awe as her contractions progressed. Gently, I dried her forehead from the sweat of labor...