Six weeks is a long time to live without a name. But I didn’t have one for the first six weeks of my life. I wasn’t aware of this until the weekend before my wedding. It had never occurred to me to ...

Add Yahoo as a preferred source to see more of our stories on Google. Growing up, holidays usually meant just dinner for the three of us: my mom, dad and me. I would sit dutifully at the table for the ...

When I was born, my Korean parents, immigrants to the United States, relinquished me for adoption. At the age of two and a half months, I was placed with a white family who lived in a small town in ...

It’s November − that means Thanksgiving, football, and family. However, something else is happening this month that often goes overlooked: National Adoption Month. This is a time to celebrate the ...

PITTSFIELD — In many ways, family separation erases who you are. Your last name no longer has any meaning, especially if your birth family is no longer in your life. If you have siblings, that ...

I would rather jump through a glass window than talk to literally anyone about reproductive politics. Church friend from childhood? Glass window. Tipsy coworker at happy hour? Glass window. Given the ...

Author Nicole Chung, shown here in a provided photo, has documented her experience growing up as a Korean American adoptee in a white family in Southern Oregon in her two memoirs, “All You Can Ever ...

The Charlotte Observer’s Théoden Janes recently found himself doing a deep dive into the history of his adoption. It’s unearthed other stories of adoptions from South Korea that has left him ...

Left: My daughter and me. Right: Our rescue dog, Winter. Six weeks is a long time to live without a name. But I didn’t have one for the first six weeks of my life. I wasn’t aware of this until the ...