I was 46 years old when I met my mom.
I always knew I was adopted. My adopted parents were great to me and I never felt the need to find out who my birth parents were.
But this all changed when I got a phone call in winter 2001 from the Children’s Aid Society. The lady [...]

Embarrassment. Shame.  Disgust.  These ugly words don’t begin to describe the horror of what it felt like to be beat up as a 14 year old. I can still remember my classmates gathered around cheering for the ones delivering the powerful blows.  As the beatings continued, I looked for a place deep within myself [...]

We went to the streets to ask people, "what would you want your children to remember you by when you’re gone?"
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What legacy do you dream of leaving [...]