Becoming The Minority
Part 1: The First Big Question

Five years ago, I received an email from our family’s most loving couple: “We’re going to begin foster-to-adopt classes. Anyone who wants to help us raise this child is welcome, and we will take care of you when you get old.”
I’d just crossed the 62-year-old threshold, was in good health, and love kids. Woot! Oh yeah, all over this idea! “I’m in.”