birch & raven

Last week, as I got home from an evening meeting at church, I bumped into my next-door-neighbor, A (who happens to be my landlord’s ex-wife). He had told her about my adoption plans, and she was supportive. At first. Then the warnings, dire predictions, and scary stories began. Her son, J, was adopted at age 7 from foster care, and seemed to be a good, adjusted kid until he hit his teens. Then things went […]