Paving the Runway

A few days ago, my baby, Nora, strapped on her backpack, laced up her shoes and headed off to kindergarten. She was so ready

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Identity

I used to feel like a nameless, faceless child who had left her birth country. Adopted from Korea at 6 months old, I never

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Milk in the Museum

There are many areas whereby I can visibly see that a child resides in my home – even if he isn’t present. There always

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