Haiti & Twinkies

I know a woman adopting a third child, a boy from Haiti.  I am fascinated by this jump from a cliff and a little jealous.  I am in awe at the Olympian-like willingness to accept the necessary pain and take home the gold.  I am not an Olympian.  I’m the guy who gets in a car when the marathon begins and then waits in a bush near the finish line. It’s the fact that he’s a third child that brings up issues for me.  Why did I stop at two? I wish I was the kind of person who would go for…

Truly unprejudiced

My daughter is 10 and she met a friend named T. who was adopted and happens to be black.  Her parents are both clearly white.  And my daughter asked me, “Does she know she’s adopted?”  I love that. She has not learned the technicalities of sex yet and when she recently asked why someone could not have a baby her second question was, “Can’t they just plant the seed?  You know, the seed!”  We have more friends who have had children through in vitro than otherwise.  I wish we could maintain her innocence for longer than it will be possible.…