Category: Our Story

Abused by staff, forgotten by police

Angry, red finger marks curled around my son’s throat. His cheeks were blackened and swollen. A gash ran across his

I adopted Devon out of foster care when he was four. For years I struggled to manage his behavioral problems on

There’s something missing from the Parkland shooting conversation. We need to talk about the fact that the mental health community

Parenting, for me, is complicated by two races, two cultures, one step kid, two adopted foster kids, two birth kids…and

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