As Latino parents, we know firsthand the discrimination our children will face.
A strong connection to role models and to others who share their ethnic background is as important now as ever.
How we can help our children feel good about who they are — and where they’re from.
More and more families are finding that "going back," whether to San Antonio or San Salvador, gives their children a foundation for building identity.
One of the cold realities of adopting an older child from China is that she comes with a lot of questions, many of which you can’t answer.
I tell my African-American children that they are smart and beautiful because I know that the world may tell them otherwise.
When this big, multicultural family gets together for Thanksgiving, the table is laden with more than turkey and gravy.
How do you honor your child's origins? Readers share what they've done, from summer culture camps or taking homeland (or home state) trips, to everyday ways to reinforce ethnic pride.
We’re white and our son is black. I’m ashamed to admit that we do not have any black relatives or friends. Will it seem offensive and shallow if I try to befriend someone simply because they are black?
In this personal essay, one adoptive mother describes how her family learns about her daughter’s Chinese heritage at a school with other families.
Children at my daughter's school assume she speaks Spanish, even though she was raised in an English-speaking family. What can we do?
When we adopted our daughter from China, our appetites were insatiable. It started a family tradition of celebrating culture and heritage at dinner time.
AF is pleased to excerpt the first chapter of Digging to America — our top pick for summer reading.
Adoptive parents who adopted their child internationally from Korea wonder how best to honor her birth name when the name has already been legally changed.
With vacation time approaching, many of us are wondering how we can use the time to celebrate adoption. What are your family's plans?
Sometimes adopted children need to go back to their birthplaces to learn more about themselves.
From the moment we met 27 years ago, our son knew exactly what he wanted: a family. He staked his claim on our hearts as only he could.
I had expected to form an attachment slowly, but I was instantly smitten with my daughter. She was the one who came around in her own time.
Visiting our son in the orphanage where he lived revealed the humbling truth that he’ll leave behind a lovely way of life.
Emilio returned to Bolivia to meet his new sister — and gained a renewed connection to his birth country.