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Adoption Fables and the Right to Know

New Yorkers, Al and Agnes, had moved to an apartment in Sumter, South Carolina in…

It’s Christmas and my son is dying in Stateville Correctional Center.

 Johnny is in dire need of a kidney transplant. His precarious health is now in…

Does Jesus eat pringles?

Does Jesus like Pringles? It was a cold December day near Christmas when my youngest…

My Queer Story

Growing up, I had a family that was incredibly open and understanding of minority issues,…

I May Never Have a Good Answer to the Age-Old Question, ‘Where Are You From?’

“Moving around a lot is hard. Then you have 10 places to not call home.”…

My First 100 Days as the New President/CEO of Metro Dallas Homeless Alliance

I joined Metro Dallas Homeless Alliance at the end of August and wow!! What a…

I AM VIETNAMESE AMERICAN AND SICK AND TIRED OF LIVING WITH THE BURDEN OF BEING A MODEL MINORITY

My life as a Vietnamese American in America is nothing like what you see in…

Chasing gratitude: A Thanksgiving ode to us all

November brings thoughts of closure and completion – sometimes willing and sometimes imposed – as…

Wrinkled Journal

You were in line at the register in the grocery store a couple of weeks…

Not to be Mentioned

I must have seen at least one expectant mother by the time I was eight,…

The Lost Year

“I’m waiting for you to arrive to bury Gingi–we’ll bury him together.” The voice on…

Not Everything is Adoption Sabotage

I read a quote on Instagram this week. It said something like: When people say…

The Formation of Identities Through BDSM

If you were to view Tymber Dalton on any normal day, her life would look…

Making sense of life -and death; Or die trying, anyway!

We think of death as merely the opposite of life and in a fundamental and…

An Ode to Friends—and the Pandemic That Brought Us Together

“Can you believe we’ve been doing this regularly for 11 months?!” my friend Emma smiled…