by Lauren Rosenfeld
When we adopted our oldest son from Kazakhstan in 2001, he was just a few months shy of his 4th birthday. He had spent all of his days since birth in the orphanage, and in those years he had never owned a thing. Not a book. Not a toy. Not even a stitch of clothing. [...]
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by T. Parker Vollmer
Dear James,
The breath in you is hard to take in. I know every single fiber of your being is in excruciating pain. I know it is dark, James. I know. I am hearing you when you say you don’t want to go on. But there is a place, a space outside of this dark abyss that is speaking to you and offering you a hand…
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