Flying to Conference
The American Adoption Congress Conference in 2008 was the first adoption conference I'd ever attended. I was swept away by the kindness and inclusion I experienced, especially among the other artists and the women I roomed with, strangers who became friends in no time. Most of the year, the Adoption Nation is invisible. You can't tell who we are. We can't even identify each other. In April, we emerge like rare butterflies and congregate, hundreds of us, in meeting rooms and coffee bars, arms round each other, indigo and emerald wings draped and fluttering.