No single event has changed my life as continually and deeply as adopting my children.  It was an incredible process, consuming and intense.  Right now I know four couples going through the process of becoming foster/adoptive parents and am reminded again of what it was like eight years ago (and then some) as well as being reminded of my continuing desire to do something of relevance about this great need.

I am not a social worker, lawyer or legislator who could affect change in the increasingly difficult to navigate social service system where the the kids are the last to have their rights respected and their needs met.  I am not in the position to take kids in though I so much wish I could.

The number of kids in the system, the number of parents whose right come before their offspring’s rights, the over-burdened staff statewide, the appalling rate at which kids are shuffled around or returned to less than ideal living conditions.  I’m disgusted. Disheartened. For a long time now I have thought I didn’t have anything to say with my work. I realize now I do. I want to give them a voice.

Every potter invariably makes a collection of cups or mugs with one that just doesn’t fit with their others. Different size or shape, they collect dust on the shelf – orphaned cups. I am curating an exhibition along with artist Greg Aubin to gather orphaned cups from far and wide, each cup representing a child in the foster care system in search of their Forever Family. My hope is to give a voice to as many children as I can who deserve to be seen, to be heard.

Today is the first step. This blog announcing our intention. More to come!

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