Orphaned in Rwanda, Mariam was forced to take care of her stepmom’s kids while she was just a child herself. Part two of our series “Sibling Stories.”
We are pleased to share that Noel Anaya’s “Emancipation: A Young Man Leaves Foster Care on His Own Terms” has…
As a kid, I didn’t care that my adopted mom was a different race than me. But as I got older, race became more important.
I was six when I met my mom for the first time. We were at the Oakland Zoo at an event where people meet foster kids. This tall, caucasian woman walked up to me and offered to get me a slice of pizza.
Even in the foster care system, there is nothing in writing that gives youth rights to access technology of any kind.
When I was a little kid, I didn’t really care that my new mom was white. As I got older, though, race became more important
In short, if a parent is not available as a co-signer, there is no obvious alternative.
Each new piece is a way for me to connect to an identity that was stripped from me.
There’s a ticking clock always in the back of my mind. I need to graduate and become financially independent before the support I get from the foster care system disappears.