Jake: Calming the tempest
The three brothers, ages 4, 6 and 7, crossed the street, bicycle in tow. Reaching the pizza shop, they stacked a series of blue plastic milk crates — first one, then another, then three high. As ...
Anna: No more chains
Anna, pronounced “Anya” in her native Russian, stood on her tip-toes to peer over the nurse’s station under which she’d been sleeping. The 2-year-old’s mother had succumbed to a prolonged illness just days before and, despite ...
Carter’s connection
“I would ask my mom, ‘Am I adopted? Am I adopted?’ I didn’t know if my dad or my mom was my real parent,” Carter remembers. Carter has never met his birth father. He has a ...
LaMonteé: For the best
It isn’t supposed to be like this! LaMonteé thought. The then-18-year-old was right. He’d grown up with his share of problems — his father had walked out, and his step-father was in and out of jail. ...
