In June of 1999, after returning to Michigan from a stay in Rwanda, my husband and I adopted three African-American siblings from the foster care system, aged five, three, and one. One child had Sickle Cell Anemia, one was thought to be autistic and/or deaf, and one carried the burdens of the world on her tiny shoulders. They were wards of the state of Michigan. Some of the trauma they experienced before entering our home is recorded in court records,…
Amanda J. BartonAugust 1, 2005