I tell prospective adoptive parents to take a good, hard look at their social circles, their neighborhoods, their churches, their communities and think about how those places and spaces will look and feel to their child. I ask them what they’ll say when their kids hear slurs and taunts from bullies, and how they will answer tough questions about the persistence of racism and a playing field that is far from level.
People kept taking us, a threesome of foster kids, into their homes. But we never stuck.
30 years later: A special report on the Korean adoptee experience
Our society has gotten to the point where most people can agree that overt racism is wrong. Few would argue that segregation or using a racial slur is acceptable. But many more subtle forms of racism persist. Here's how to combat them.
A decade of disappointing foster care placements made me doubt the two people who had taken me into their hearts.
Raised in a white community, I've just begun to embrace my heritage.
A mom and her daughter share lessons learned about older child adoption.
The museum view of culture and heritage ignores the realities of life as a racial minority. But there is a middle ground.
After a lifetime of wondering who? and why?, an adoptee set out to find some answers. The award-winning documentary that follows her birth family search has already sparked thousands of dialogues.
Even among same-race families physical differences can prompt curious questions. How did you handle it?
Finding my birth family has never been an attempt to replace anyone else, but simply an effort to find myself, a desire my adoptive family understands.
In this personal essay, one adoptee describes all the questions she wanted to ask her birth mother when she visited her birth country: a jail.
An adoptee's letter to prospective parents lets them know what their children might be thinking.
A 10-year-old recalls the day a foster family became a forever family for him and his sister.
To the birth mother of my three children through adoption, wherever you are, I say thank you for allowing me to be their "other" mommy.
With her swollen belly, my classmate reminded me of my own first mother. People expected her to be ashamed, but I wondered, how can someone be ashamed of the mother without also being ashamed of the baby?
After reuniting with my birth family and studying in my birth country, I felt closer to my adoptive family than ever.
Being asked who your "real parents" are is part of being an adoptee. Even though I know now what parenting means, those four letters still make me cringe.
Adolescent adoptees offer first-person wisdom to fellow adoptees.
My prison birth could have set me up for a life of failure. But the love of my families has led me to one of resilience and hope.