CHINA ADOPTION WITH LOVE NEWSLETTER

Volume 10, Issue 1                                                                                                                    September 2010

                                 This issue is particularly special because
                                 there are so many entries written by our
                                                                                            INSIDE THIS ISSUE
                                 children. We are so happy and very                                      Anedcote Autobiography: Moment of Joy
                                 proud to hear their voices amongst ours.                   Pg2          By: Lili Greenstein
                                 It is our hope that you will enjoy their
                                                                                                         Essay, by: JD Hall
                                 words as much as we have. Collecting
                                 articles and photos this year was
                                 particularly moving for us, and we do
                                                                                                         Real Families, Real Sisters,
                                 hope that we will continue to receive                      Pg5          By: Debbi Borschers
   Rosalie Joy LinQin Murphy     contributions from all of you!
                                                                                                         Mom Essay, By: Meilin Sylvestre
                                 From Lillian:
                                                                                                         Tal's Letter, By: Tal Birdsey
                                 I try to read English articles every day to expand my      Pg9
                                 vocabulary, but realize I have a smaller and smaller
                                                                                                         This I Believe, By: Jake Rauh
                                 pool of words when I get emotional. Looking at the         Pg10
                                 donation list, many names come to mind and I have
                                 only one word to say to all of you: Thank you!                          Through the Eyes of Lena Gugiere
                                                                                            Pg10         By: Lena Gugiere
                                 Thank you, Grandma Papas! Your love and
                                                                                                         Jia Day, By: Clint Chase
                                 devotion has touched so many people around you.
                                 The orphanage directors were deeply touched by the
                                 donations that many people send in honor of your
                                                                                                         Book Intro "The Red Thread" &
                                 beautiful life.                                            Pg12         Recipes from German Lamm
                                 Thank you, our dear parents, for your devotion and                      Welcome our Children
                                 involvement that has lasted for many years since the
                                 agency first started. Your passion and love has            -15
                                 reached across oceans: the orphanages in China                          Chinese New Year Registration
                                 know you by the kids’ Chinese names.                       Pg 16
                                 Thank you, our children! Yes, our children are proudly taking the stage! For many years and more often in recent years,
  China Adoption With            siblings of our adopted children directing gifts from their high school graduation parties to the Chinese orphanages. Kodia
       Love, Inc                 Baye-Cigna, now a freshman at Duke University, was the president of Newton South High School’s Asian Student
   251 Harvard Street            Organization for two years and she organized the annual talent show. The event generated a big crowd and a lot of
       Ste 19-20                 donations. Many donations are also made from children’s birthday parties and charity events the children participate in!
  Brookline, MA 02446            When I went to the Cape Cod Railroad Ride, I saw the kids busily selling raffle tickets, leading families to their
                                 compartments, and helping move things around. The children, all of you, you are our inspiration and dream!
   Tel. 617.731.0798
   Tel. 8000888.9812             The donations have more than just monetary value. I see in them the first class parenting, a sense of helping others, and
   Fax. 617.232.8288             a sense of healthy identity and self esteem in our children. I also see in them the message to the children who are still in
                                 the Chinese welfare system: you are not forgotten!

                                                                                                                            Kodia Baye-Cigna
                                   Anecdote Autobiography: Moment of Joy
By: Lili Greenstein

         I woke up. For a second I forgot where I was, but then I looked around the hotel room, and I remembered. I was in
Shanghai, China staying at the Le Meridian hotel. My family had taken my sister and me to China in honor of the year of my Bat
Mitzvah. This trip was supposed to help us both better understand the culture from which we came. Sometimes I think that only I
have done this because it seems that Maxine only likes it because she can collect hotel room keys from every single one we‘ve
visited. We had been to Beijing, Xian, Chengdu, Wuzhou, Guangzhou, and Shanghai was our last destination. I was still a little jet-
lagged from the twelve hour time difference, but it was okay because today was the day. It was the day that I would return to my
orphanage for the first time. I put on my new, favorite pink shirt and my gray jeans. We walked down the hall to the elevator, and
my sister Maxine swiftly hit the ―L‖ button before anyone else could. She smiled. Usually when she did this, I would get annoyed
because it was too early in the morning for her to be so competitive, but this time nothing would ruin my day. The elevator doors
opened and revealed the beautiful lobby.

          We walked up the ramp that lead to the dining room filled with trees and orchids to eat our breakfast. There was always a
large variety of different food ranging from Mexican, Japanese, American, Chinese and many others that were unfamiliar to me.
After eating, we put our plates on the highly stacked dishes to be washed. We soon recognized our tour guide ―Angela‖. She had
told us to call her Angela because it was her English name, and her Chinese one would be too difficult to remember, let alone say.
It was her first time visiting someone‘s orphanage. I could tell by the way she was acting that she was a mix of both excited and
nervous. Honestly so was I.

          There was a tan colored van parked outside the hotel. Angela guided us toward it, and we got in. During the car ride I
practiced with Angela the speech I had prepared. The speech was translated in pin-yin or Chinese sounded out in English letters. I
practiced it for about twenty minutes before I announced that I had enough of reading it so much. The speech translated my
feelings for the people that cared for me. I wanted to let them know exactly how much they had impacted my life and made me
who I am today. It was important for me to thank them. A section of this speech was an explanation of my Bat Mitzvah project.
For the past year I had notified the guests of my Bat Mitzvah of the project. My goal was to raise money to donate to the Rainbow
Fund. The Rainbow Fund is run by the head of my U.S. Adoption Agency, Lillian Zhang. The money donated would go towards a
child‘s school fund to enable him or her to go through elementary school, high school and possibly college.

          In about an hour we arrived in my hometown, Suzhou. We soon slowly pulled into the Social Welfare Institute's (SWI)
parking lot and were greeted by four people. Angela got out of the car first and started talking to them in Chinese so fast that I
couldn‘t even make out any of the words. When I came out of the car, smiles came upon the peoples‘ faces. I was greeted with
handshakes and hugs. I thought I recognized one of the two women standing near the door. I remembered her from some of the
pictures of me in China when my parents traveled to bring me to America. ―That’s how I know her,” I thought. I knew by her face
that she recognized me too. I approached her shyly, hugged her and said hello. The Director of the SWI walked my family and me
into the building. It was impossible to overlook. Hanging from the ceiling over a stage was an enormous red banner with yellow
Chinese characters and letters that translated to ―Kun Jue, Welcome back home!‖.                                     continued on page 3

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          I took a closer look at my surroundings. The walls were painted a very light shade of blue, and the floor was made up of
large white titles. Balconies made of wood surrounded the main room, and I could see a few women meandering to different rooms.
I noticed an elderly woman sitting on a wooden chair in a corner across the room. I realized that this place was not only meant to
care for infants but for all ages that needed assistance. The Director proceeded to continue walking to the back left of the room. He
showed us the awards that the SWI had received. There were so many. I was glad to know that the children that were cared for there
were in good hands. It made me smile. Then we continued to the second level of the building.

          We entered a room filled with toddlers playing with a variety of toys. A girl guided by caregivers was brought into the room
as well. She was about three inches shorter then me and was wearing a red shirt. She looked average although after examining her for
a while I noticed that her eyes did not focus on anything; instead they wandered aimlessly around the room. I attempted to follow
where her eyes wondered although it seemed to be impossible. Soon after I was told that she was around my age and that she was
visually impaired. She grabbed my right forearm and groped it. I did not understand the reason for this, although, I was able to
comprehend that this was important to her in learning something about me. I had heard that she had been cared for in the SWI along
with me. I noticed that this girl seemed happy and proud to show me her home. It seemed to me that she had taken on a position of
responsibility in caring for the younger children.

         The next room that we visited was where the infants were kept. Each of the cribs was back-to-back within four rows. In all
there were more than twenty infants kept and cared for in the small room about the size of a classroom back at my school Cohen
Hillel Academy. I walked around and looked at the infants. They were so small and some were disabled. There was a boy near the
window that was missing his left arm. On his right hand there were only three fingers. He looked at me with his brown eyes, I saw a
glimpse of light. Hope. Hope that he would live a happy life in this haven. It was hard to leave his side, but I somehow managed. I
will never forget what I saw with him. I proceeded over to the other side of the room hoping to revert my mind from the crippled
boy. I found a boy in jean overalls smiling and laughing. Charmed by his positive attitude I crouched over to hold his hand and a
caregiver joined me. She spoke Chinese to the child. I could understand it. She said ―This is your big sister.‖ We held and took
pictures with the baby boy.

          We later met with the Director and other staff in what looked like a conference room. In the middle of the room was a large
wooden table. We sat around it with me at the head. It was then that I stood up in front of everyone and delivered my speech. I was
hesitant to read it. At times I would become too excited and speak too fast and mispronounce words. When I did this Angela would
quietly tell me to slow down and softly whisper the correct pronunciation of it. While I was presenting I gazed up and saw their faces.
They were smiling and tearing up. By the end of the speech, I received many hugs, and looked around to see that almost everyone in
the room was crying. The staff and I exchanged gifts. I had given them a copy of my speech, and Maxine and I received two large
lucky Chinese red knots.

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          The staff asked us if we wanted to see their dining
area. We agreed. They took us across the dirt road to a
different building. When we entered the room the table
was set. They had prepared a meal in our honor. People
brought out dishes of fish, chicken, pork, vegetables and
fruit. We talked about school and what I had been
currently learning. The staff complimented my parents for
the way they raised me. They said they could tell I was
calm and collected. We finished our meal and were
introduced to the chef. He had also been cared for at the       Essay
SWI. I thought it was amazing that he was still a part of
their community.
                                                                By: JD Hall
          We were about to leave and return to the hotel.                    After sixteen hours stuck in a plane, I thought I was
We were stopped by the caregiver I had recognized, the one         going insane. The transatlantic flight that took off from
who had brought me to my parents. She spoke Chinese to             Miami International Airport and landed Beijing, China could
Angela and explained her reason for delaying our                   have lasted an entire lifetime. When I landed in China with
departure. ―She wants to show you where you were                   my family, although tired, we all found a hidden sense of
found,‖ she said. Sometimes when a family is unable to             energy. We were in China for a very important reason. This
support or keep their child they need to leave him or her          trip took us across the world to adopt my baby brother.
for adoption. Some infants are found near places like a
police station or somewhere public for someone else to                       I can remember the first day I met him in a hotel
find. The women walked us out of the SWI on to the main            conference room. He hesitantly wobbled over to us with
street. Next to the police station was our destination. We         teary eyes not knowing what to expect ,wearing a tattered
arrived on a platform overlooking a lake. Across it was            blue long sleeved shirt and pants which only went down to
something similar to a pagoda. ―See that? That‘s where             the tops of his ankles. I could only imagine the thoughts
your birth parents had left you for her to find you.‖ Angela       going through his head. Fortunately, after the awkward
translated after listening to the caregiver. I was                 moments of not knowing what to do or say (as he spoke no
overwhelmed. I don‘t know how to describe my feelings,             English), his eyes cleared, and he began to feel more
they were happy and I was speechless. After many pictures          comfortable amongst my family of five now six. As each day
and more hugs, we had a long discussion about what I was           passed, my new brother grew on all of us, and I believe we
like when I was a baby.                                            did the same on him.

                                                                             It was customary that my family and I visit the
                                                                   orphanage where my brother had spent most of his three
                                                                   years of life. To be completely honest, I expected to see a
                                                                   small dark building filled with many depressed and sad
                                                                   children. To my surprise, as we arrived, forty or so smiling
                                                                   children met us at the door. The building, although old, was
                                                                   meticulously clean and organized, and the children all
                                                                   followed the instructions of their caregivers with the upmost
                                                                   respect. The children were very excited to see us and had not
                                                                   a care in the world. Although, they had no traditional family,
                                                                   they were happy with their friends and caretakers in the
                                                                   orphanage who treated them as if they were their own.

                                                                             There is a saying, ―When life gives you lemons,
                                                                   make lemonade.‖ When life gives you certain situations,
          Soon after we had to return to the SWI. Once we          make the best out of what you have in a positive and
arrived it was time for us to officially return back to the        productive manner. This is exactly what these children were
hotel. Tears and sobs from the caregivers showed me that           doing; they were making lemonade. I try to remember this
I was going to be missed. Hugs and handshakes from me              saying when faced with a daunting task or situation, such as a
let them know that they had changed my life once again.            midterm paper or a personal ethical decision. As I take the
They handed my Dad the red banner, and he nodded. We               next steps in my life, such as going to college, picking a
thanked everyone for letting us come to visit, and we were         major, graduating, and getting a job, I know that I will be
assured that it was their pleasure. We got into the car and        faced with many of these challenges. I will always remember
left. When I looked back from my seat I could see the              those small happy faces who taught me that although life will
people waving. This was a moment of sadness although I             be full of disappointments and shortcomings, a positive
was joyful in being able to return to my orphanage.               attitude will make the situation much more manageable and
                                                                   feasible regardless of the challenges. 

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Real Families, Real Sisters                                                                           By: Debbi Borchers
―Do you run a daycare?‖ the stranger asked. I was shopping at the local market.

My Asian born daughters, reminded again of their ethnicity, looked at me.

―No, I‘m their mom,‖ I replied, continuing to shop.

―You‘re not their real mom, are you? I mean, they don‘t look like you.‖

She must have noted my German heritage.

―I‘m pretty real. I do their laundry, feed them, help with homework. That‘s what moms do.‖

She still wasn‘t getting it. ―So are they really sisters?‖
This one was slower than most.

―They play together and they fight. I‘m their mom, so they‘re really sisters.‖

―But not really. I mean, they‘re not really sisters.‖

I gave up. By then, my daughters were ready to move on to another part of the store and escape the prying questions. I was
ready to move on too, but not because of the need for food. I needed to pretend that our family wasn‘t again a magnet for nosy

When I started the adoption process eleven years ago, I began an educational process for a lifetime. I read books, attended
classes, and went through the intensive scrutiny of a home study. Despite this process, I was still unprepared for the public
comments that now follow our family.

Adoption was an easy choice for me. When I finished my education, I was still working on the ever-so-important M.R.S. degree.
As I started my ―happily-ever-after‖ life, I realized that my priority was to be a mom and not necessarily a wife. Three daughters
later, I‗ve never looked back.

Why is it, then, that people feel the need to inquire about our family? Most of the questions are innocent in nature. Some are
merely nosy. Others are downright rude. I‘ve gotten used to them. But as my children grow and become more aware of what is
actually being asked, the discomfort increases for them. How do my children, now preteens, interpret these questions through
their ears, through their experiences?

―Are they Chinese?‖ No, they‘re Americans. America is the great Melting Pot, as long as you are of European descent and your
ethnicity isn‘t readily apparent to others.

―How much did they cost?‖ I didn‘t buy my children; I merely paid the Chinese government, orphanage and adoption agency for
the privilege to adopt them. My children are priceless to me.

―What do you know about their parents?‖ Another easy one. ―I‘m the mother of the three most wonderful children in the
world. Unfortunately, I know very little about their biological parents.‖

―So they‘re sisters? That‘s really great that you were able to adopt sisters.‖ What does this question say to my three daughters,
each of whom wants to be an only child at various times? Does it matter if these three children are only related through their
adoption by me, their mom? That doesn‘t change their relationship to each other.

Honestly, when someone wants to know about adoption, I‘m happy to point them in the direction of my adoption agency. I
don‘t mind those questions. Sometimes, though, I want to respond to the ―purely nosy‖ ones with equally intrusive questions
―What a darling child! How much did your delivery cost? Did you breast feed?‖

My children have a lot to deal with at their young ages. It‘s not enough to have no dad and to stand out in a crowd. They also
must deal with knowing that they have a family in China who made difficult choices for them due to the customs and laws of the
country. They deal with school assignments that are challenging due to the missing pieces in their past. They can‘t bring in the
baby picture from the hospital – they don‘t have one. They can‘t do a family tree the traditional way – they don‘t know names or

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even the number of siblings remaining in China. As much as they gained a mom and a new
country, they also lost a family and a homeland, a homeland where everyone looks like they
do.                                                                                                  DONORS 2010
Besides coping with these losses, my children also deal with racism, good and bad. What
does a ten year old say to the kid who says, ―Stupid little Chinese girl!‖ ? How does an eight          Jamie, Cynthia & Lee Katz
year old respond when someone speaks nonsense syllables and then says, ―Look, I can speak                    Mary McDonough
Chinese too!‖? Even the positive comments hurt: the (now former) pediatrician who told
me that my daughters would do well in school because ―all Chinese are smart.‖                                    Susan Wong
                                                                                                       Dom DiJulia School of Golf
Honestly, the longer we live in our community, the less people notice us. Most of the
                                                                                                           Charles Samdperil
comments are merely background noise anymore. But reminders pop up every so often,                 Humanitarian Memorial Foundation
sometimes as painful reminders to my children that our family is different. We have grown            for Jiangxi Scholarship Fund
to appreciate how we are different than most families, to be happy that we have the special
bond we have.
                                                                                                            Kathy & Tim Perry
I thank God each day that these three birth families in China made courageous choices to                        Gail Gordon
keep my children safe until they could have care in their orphanage. And I strive to do what           Lynn Bowlby & Neal Ready
every mother does for her children: to nurture, love, provide care and be grateful for the gift
of being the parent of the three most wonderful children in the world. Yes, these are my                 Michael & Jamie Balboni
children. I am their real mom. And just in case you truly need to know, they really are             Jeff and Elizabeth Yang Rottman,
sisters.                                                                                         Fidelity Charitable Gift Foundation in
                                                                                                     the name of Ellie & Zoe Berman
                                                                                                  On behalf of Maia Carty's 8th birthday
 Mom Essay                                                By: Meilyn Sylvestre                             to the Guixi SWI :
                                                                                                            Anne & Philip Carty
          Four-thousand, nine-hundred and sixty-eight days. That‘s how long I‘ve known                  John and Lisa Mackintosh
my mom. Thirteen years and 220 days. That‘s 691 days – one year and 326 days – less than                      Charu Taneja
any other teenager my age has known their mom. I‘m 15 years and 181 days as of today,
May 9, 2010. The one year and 326 days difference from other teenagers comes from the                Albert Dahlberg & Hilary Fagan
time I spent in an orphanage outside of Wuhan, China. Six-hundred and ninety-one days                   Darnell & Michelle Weaver
later, my life changed forever.                                                                         Jennifer & Andrew Jencks
                                                                                                     Dorianne Kate & Ronald Defeo
          The sun was probably shining brighter and the haze of pollution was probably
thinner than any other day. The people walking by were probably more polite and the               Jennifer Maude MD & Brian Ibatake
lines probably dispersed more quickly. It obviously wasn‘t any other day. October 1, 1996            Angela and Stefano Dukcevich
was a beautiful Tuesday – or maybe it was as dreary, wet and rainy as the day before it –                    Sunny & Priti Patel
but my mother didn‘t notice. She pushed me through the crowds in my little pink stroller          Newton South High School, Asian
as I clapped my hands in excitement. At age two, even I knew I was in a better place.                 Student Organization to
                                                                                                         Lianyungang SWI
         Some days I imagine what my life would have been like if I remained in that
dank orphanage. I wouldn‘t need to worry about gaining too much weight – there might
not have been enough food. The stressed days of school and AP tests wouldn‘t exist – the
education wouldn‘t be college-worthy, if there even was any. My mother saved me from
that world; she was a hero who was ready to take on a second child as a single mother.

         Over the years, our relationship changed. I no longer snuck into her room
because I couldn‘t sleep. I didn‘t depend on her for everything anymore. She wanted me
to be independent, to be the strongest woman in the room who could stand up for herself,
defend herself and say no – and back it up with a right hook.

         She encouraged me in my education and tended to my OCD and anal retentive
tendencies. She spent money on over-priced tutors that I didn‘t need – she did it because
she knew that they would make me feel more secure in school. She pushes me forward in
school to open all the doors of opportunity so I can attend my dream college and get my
dream job.
         She coddled me when she knew I needed it: after a spat with my sister, a last             continued on page 7

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                                place ribbon, or a less-than-stellar test grade. When I came home sobbing in failure, she would wrap
                                her arms around me and tell me that I tried my hardest, and that was what
                                 counted the most.
                                          She saved my life. She ignited the fire behind my personality and gave me room to grow, an
                                opportunity to live in a society where women could be anything or anyone that they wanted to. I
                                already know who I want to be like – my mother. With her tenacity and flexibility in any given
                                situation and her compassion and knowledge, she is definitely a noteworthy mother. 

    Meili Ziyon Raspante        This was part of Meilyn's mother's day present this year. Meilyn Sylvestre is currently 15 and
                                entering her junior year at the Pine View School in Osprey, FL

                                                                           This I Believe                        By: Jake Rauh
 Claire Nian Ling Guillerault
                                                                           I believe in the magic of the red thread. Chinese legend tells
                                                                           of the red thread, which binds us from birth to those we are
                                                                           destined to love. According to the ancient Chinese proverb,
                                   ―An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, Regardless of time, place, or
                                              circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, But it will never break.‖

                                          Somehow, through the magic of the red thread my sister Lily was perfectly matched to my
                                family. Amazingly, Lily‘s Chinese face bears a strong resemblance to that of my Caucasian Dad. It‘s
      Ella Vandermeer
                                astonishing how her chocolate brown eyes are so similar to my dad‘s, how her shiny, thick brown hair
                                mirrors his (at least before he started balding!) and how she is the only one in my family (so far!) to
                                inherit his height, big feet, and fondness for tacos and omelets. She shares my sister Rachel‘s sense of
                                style and love of high heels, my sister Carly‘s stubborn nature, my mom‘s love of literature, and my
                                sense of humor Most babies would have been overwhelmed leaving their home, traveling across the
                                ocean to the other side of the world, and then joining a large family. Lily was unique; instead of being
                                taken aback by the chaos of our lives, she seemed to relish her new life from day one, never showing
                                any hesitation or fear.
         Bryson Reed
                                          The magic of the red thread led the often overworked Chinese government employees to
                                match Lily to my family. As part of the adoption process, my parents had to write a letter to the
                                Chinese government describing themselves, my siblings and me, as well as their beliefs about
                                childrearing and education. They also had to send in photos of us. The only other material the
                                Chinese government had was a report from a social worker who visited us several times. It‘s very
                                hard to believe that these really busy officials could take these limited pieces of information and then
                                match us with the perfect baby. What else could it be due to but the magic of the red thread?
Claire Nian Ling Guillerault
                                           Lily‘s adoption caused me to believe in fate. What if Lily had been born just a few days
                                later, if my parents‘ paperwork arrived in China on another day or if another government employee
                                read their file? It‘s very frightening to think about what would have happened to Lily for not the
                                magic of the red thread. Would she still be living in China and not with us? Lily came from a remote
                                area of southeastern China about a ten-hour drive from the nearest city. Her future would have been
                                bleak there. I can‘t imagine how the nannies in her orphanage would have treated her given her lively
                                and stubborn nature, bordering on wildness at times. Or would she be living with another family in
                                the United States? Would they have been as accepting and encouraging of her? I think of her love of
        Maddie Lee              gaudy princess dresses, sparkly high heels and all things Disney and cannot help but wonder what her
                                future would have been like if not for the red thread.

                                I believe in the red thread. There really is no other explanation for how Lily came to live with us.

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                          Hey everybody,

                          I am learning some lessons from Dalia Ruth Wolkoff, ne Hu Dong Ling.

                          We walk through Shamian Park under the giant Banyan trees and she is enthralled by every living and non-
                          living thing. She may hug a lamp-post, run her finger on a rusty wrought iron rail. She lifts the leaves of a giant
                          stalk of bamboo and murmurs, "ya ya." See, trees and green living things are new to her. She walks toward and
                          touches each flower petal she sees. A group of men and women are excitedly playing a game of Jianzi (Chinese
                          shuttlecock ―hacky sack‖) in the park, and she runs toward them to join, no matter that she can barely keep
                          her balance for her flailing, clapping hands. She has strained her body over the muddy, swift-running Yellow
     Tal Birdsey &        River as if she were ready to swim. She has watched an old woman pray at the Six Banyan Tree Temple, and
      Dina Wolkoff        then she has brought her own small hands together and bowed emphatically towards the giant bronze Buddha
          went to         which sits passively, palm up, in the gloom of the hall.
        Lanzhou to
        pick up Hu
      Dong Ling in        She crouches down to touch grass, maybe for the first time, while a lone man plays an ancient song on a
       April. Tal is      bamboo flute. She throws her head back to try hot chicken broth from a bowl of Thai noodles. She breathes
          the lead        with content as she lays her head on Dina's shoulder. She swings her head back and forth when she hears
       teacher and        music. She sits in a stroller, alert and kicking, as we walk narrow dark neighborhood streets at night, past
      principal at a
         school &         noodle shops and bicycle repair shops and tailors, past fruit stands where the florescent lights illuminate her
       wrote to his       face, and there is nothing on that face but wide eyes, smiles, shouts of laughter (and a slight sheen of drool on
     students every       her chin).
         few days.
     After spending
       an afternoon       A man in the park has been leading a group of women in the singing of traditional songs. The words are
         with Dalia       written in Chinese characters on large sheets of paper which he has hung under an elevated road. The singing
          walking         class occurs in the park, under the road, where the sound echoes favorably. The women sing spiritedly and
           around         then finish the last song. I have been listening while assisting Dalia in her fearless climbing up and down a
     Shamian Park,
       he wrote this      nearby set of stairs. Dalia walks to the man, calling out "ya ya" and saying "by by" and waving. I think she
        letter to his     means to help him pack up. He is storing away his sheets of music and stacking his plastic stools. She gently
     students about       drums on a stool, looking up at him, smiling widely, calling out, clapping, then banging the chairs. He lifts her
       what he was        up and sets her down on a stack of stairs. They both clap and he smiles and his old brown teeth all show
      learning from
     Dalia, and the       beautifully. There seems to be more life in just one of his teeth than in a hundred museum paintings.
        lessons his
      own students        She runs to hide behind a giant urn. She touches the woven designs on our guide Connie's sweater. She raises
         might be         her eye-brows and growls at one ton marble sculptures of lions. In every way she is pure, free, and benevolent.
       reminded of
     by the way she       In everything she does there is the character of curiosity and delight, which is the mind and body feeling love
       approached         for the world and all the people in it. She does nothing to wound another, suppress another, limit another,
       the world.         wall off another, or reject another. She knows nothing of harming others, of conscious selfishness, or rejecting
                          someone or something. She only knows giving and receiving and the pleasure of being alive. Everything for
                          her is invitation, openness, freedom, the in-flow and out-flow of matter and sound and sight and voice.
                          I am reminded by her that the world is a beautiful place. We damage the world the more we get older. I don't
                          know why this is. We say things and we don't even know why we are saying them. We say things that wound

others. We become closed in, locked in our tuneless habitual patterns of speech. We forget that our actions or words chafe others, or
diminish us. Our vision becomes narrow, we only look for the familiar. We become so locked down to our habitual motions that we
forget that the world around us is burning with life, that the streets are filled with wonder, that in everything we touch there is
something spectacular to be known and perceived.

All of this occurs to me now as I know you guys are trying to figure out issues at school. From the other side of the world I can only
say: what you are saying and doing—would it please a small child? Would the words you say to each other be also sayable in the
presence of an old woman in a temple, or a child gently rubbing her fingers over the bark of a tree in a park? It is a good standard to
use, I think; it may cause you think about whether your actions pay due reverence to the world, to the sacred things all around; whether
your words pay homage to others.

It is not difficult to be holy, to know holiness, everyday, in every moment, and, as far as I can tell, even in a rusty lamppost, a flower
petal or stack of plastic benches.
                                    That is what I am seeing while I trail behind our little daughter Dalia.
            So do right, be good, help the people around you, and make the room a happy place to be for everyone.

                                                                                                  Love, Tal, Dina, and Dalia 

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Through the Eyes of Lena Gugiere                                                                                By: Lena Gugiere

 My name is Lena Giguere and I was one of the first babies to be adopted through CAWLI. I was born in February of 1996 and was adopted in July
 of 1996 when I was 5 months old. I am now 14. Lillian helped my mother and four other families adopt their children from China. Lillian helped
 Beth Berman adopt Emma, Carol and Don Mottolo adopt Emily, Susan McGuirl adopt Michaela, Holly and Paul Ferreira adopt Jessica, and my
 mother, Chris Giguere, adopt me.

 I can't imagine my life without being adopted.

 I was found on the door step of an orphanage and I always have felt grateful to whoever placed me there – my birthmom,
 birthdad, grandparents, brother, or sister. I feel very grateful to them because whoever they were, they really cared about me and
 loved me. They risked many things just to make sure I would be found soon.

 I think that my mom thinks of my birth mother a lot more than I do. I think she wishes that she could meet her and thank her
 for me. I think she also must want to show her how I‘ve grown and how I look now.

 This past year I was talking with a classmate and she brought up adoption. We‘re both in 8th grade. I had to explain to her that I
 am okay with being adopted and that I wasn‘t ashamed of it at all. I‘m not afraid that someone might find out that I‘m not blood
 related to my mom. This girl seemed completely bewildered that I wasn't ashamed and couldn‘t understand how I was so open
 about my adoption. I had to explain how not every country in the world is like the United States. I told her that in older China
 boys were preferred over girls, and that the chances of adopting a girl in China were much greater than the chances of adopting a
 boy. After I explained that idea to her a couple times she told me that she felt sorry for me and was going to go to China to find
 my parents. I realized that she didn‘t understand how many people there are in China, and that she didn‘t speak their language,
 and that what she wanted to do was impossible. Then as I was walking away she ran over to me and said "Tonight I think I'll
 pray for you". I couldn't believe that she had just said that to my face. At first I was so upset. When I told this story to my mom
 she was completely red and steaming. She couldn't believe it either. At first I felt that it was so insulting because I realized that
 she thought she was better than me and that my life was so sad. But after I thought about it for awhile I actually felt sorry for
 her. She had so much to learn about families. She is the same age as me, but I think, since I came from China and that I am
 adopted and that I have learned that there are all kinds of families in the world, maybe I‘m a little wiser.

 That week I realized that even though I have lots of friends who understand about being adopted, there will always be people
 who think that they're better off than me because I'm adopted. But I know that being adopted doesn‘t affect how good I am at
 anything. I am proud that I'm adopted and I'm not ashamed to say it either. I feel that I have a great life and in fact, maybe being
 adopted has made me smarter and stronger. And maybe I can help other people understand about being adopted, and what a
 good thing it is.

 My mom wants to return to China and visit my orphanage. For some reason that I don‘t understand I don‘t really want to go.
 We don‘t have plans to return in the near future but I would go for my mom.

 Being adopted is a big part of who I am and I wouldn‘t want to be any different than I am now. I am proud of my mom for how
 she explained adoption to me and that it‘s nothing to be ashamed of or afraid to talk about. It‘s just a fact. In fact, it‘s my story
 and I‘m glad to tell it to anyone who needs to learn how great it is to be adopted. And by the way, it‘s great to have my ―China
 sisters‖-Emma, Emily, Michaela and Jessica. They have been my friends from the very beginning and I expect them to be friends
 with me forever. I hang out with them all the time and we all always look forward to seeing each other. Being adopted has
 created so many friends and has opened many doors for me and for my mom. And I wouldn‘t want my life any other way.

 I hope this little contribution will help you with your newsletter article of how adoption has touched my life and I hope this

                                                                                            Adopted through China Adoption With Love,
                                                                                                                  ~ Lena Giguere 

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 Jia Day
 By: Clint Chase
Friday, October 11th 2009

           Next to being born myself, the birth of Oliver, and getting married, today
marks the most amazing day that we will ever experience. Today, we received another gift,
Jia Katherine Chase. We‘re calling her JaJa, too, her orphanage name (the J has a ‗D‘ sound to
           It started with a long night of little sleep: too much anticipation and beds almost as hard as 12mm Marine plywood, with
sheets on top. We awoke nervous and full of anticipation for our 10am appointment at the bureau for civil affairs. We had breakfast
– Chinese know how to have great breakfasts – with some high-octane coffee (I expected cowboy-style coffee in China, like they
serve out west in the US…watery and flavorless. What they have here is Starbucks on steroids with a strong instant coffee
taste…but I digress).
           Our wonderful guides picked us up at 9:20am and shuttled us over in the driver‘s Mercedes to the center where we were
to meet Jia. Like many places in Nanjing, the interior décor of buildings is sparse and the opposite of cozy, yet simple and inviting.
This place was a large marble floored room with a guy at a desk full of adoption paperwork. Huge Chinese characters and the
English words for the Center below it formed the wall décor. Our guides went to work speaking with the man and arranging
paperwork. Our guides asked for passports and the official ―invitation‖ from the government to come and adopt. The first scare
came when they handed the invitation back and said it must be the original document, not a copy. We did not have it. After a
minute of trying not to panic we were figured out that the original was here, actually, and they would need to find it. They quickly
found the documents. We asked where Jia was and they said she would be arriving. Ellie was a bundle of nerves looking at the
doors to see when she would be brought in from the caretakers. We waited and waited….we have been waiting for 2 ½ years since
logging in as ―waiting parents‖ and here we are in China with but a few minutes to wait and wondering if it would be another
minute or another five.
           Just as I was thinking this, Jia was carried in with two middle-aged women. I recognized her immediately and tried NOT
to rush over and startle her. Ellie jumped right up. ―Ni how JaJa, Ni how‖, Ellie says with a grin ear-to-ear. A little peek-a-boo was
all it took for Ellie to illicit a smile from Jia. I come over and say Ni How and show her a toy, a little colorful bug that Oliver loved
at her age (you pull the cord and the bug vibrates). She took it right up. After a couple minutes, Ellie handed her to me. She had not
cried whatsoever. ―How could this be?‖ We had seen so many videos and pictures of this moment and the little kids wailing as
their Caucasian, foreign adoptive parents swipe them up, with tears rolling down their faces. I was prepared for tears. But when I
took her, she laughed. I played with her and got some belly laughs. I knew from that moment she was ours and that somehow she
knew that too. Her caretakers were so happy to hear her laughing with us and wanting us to hold her. Ellie finished a bunch of
signatures and we traded places and I signed the papers, the guides explaining everything and leading us perfectly through the
process. JaJa took a whole bottle and the caretaker came over to correct me; Jia is supposed to hold the bottle by herself. I got it.
They were training her to be independent! We took her socks off (huge big toe like baba) and she wanted to put them back on
           We left the bureau and were driven back to the hotel. In the car she sat on our laps, playing with the bug, a squishy farm
book that we sent to her in May that she brought with her from her foster home. We pulled into a parking lot of a mall and went
shopping for clothes for her, long sleeves that she would need because we packed for her thinking we‘d come months ago when it
was in the 90s here, but now it is a comfortable high 60s and 70s F. After a long time negotiating prices with the store folks, and
half the employees in the wing collecting to see this tall, white Westerner with a beautiful little Chinese girl, we were back in the car.
After a few days of being stared at I was getting used to it, but now I wondered if it was because of me holding Jia, wondering what
they were thinking. It wasn‘t a concern, but a curiosity.
           Back at the hotel we finished some paperwork and let JaJa cruise around the large barren hotel lobby. She ran to the
windows and nearly into them thinking it was not a window…last minute she saw the reflection and stopped as my hand grabbed
her. She is a curious little one and can really move!
           The caregivers gave us a little guide to Jia and we learned her nap was noon-2, so I headed up with her as Ellie finished
signatures. She explored our room and had her first meltdown after two hours with us without anything but laughs, smiles, and
sounds like ‗bow‘ and ‗baba‘ and ‗haaat‘. She loved my baseball cap and wore it most of the way as she juggled the bug and the farm
           After exploring the hotel room for a while longer, Ellie finally found the right ratio of water to powdered formula and she
sucked down another bottle in my arms. I said, ―Wo ai ni‖, ―I love you‖ and she uttered back ―…hai ni‖ as her eyes started sagging.
She fell asleep in my arms. I had to ask Ellie to get about 20 tissues because tears and snot were streaming down my face.
           As I write, she is snoring in her crib, sounding like a little frog. The noisy city sounds of beeping and rampant construction
form the white noise for our daughter‘s first nap with her new MaMa and Baba. We‘re beside ourselves with happiness and can‘t
wait for you all to meet this gorgeous little girl.
                                             Tzai Chien and much love, Clint and Ellie + JaJa 

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TIDBITS :                                                                              Recipes Submitted By German Lamm
         Joely Kessel (Gao Jiantong) entered my life almost 7
years ago. She's quite a sophisticated Girl!
Anyone who meets her will never forget
 her! She has a distinct personality!
I'm so proud of her. She shines in
 everything she does.There is no end to                                               
the joy she has brought into my life!                                                           /
(Spoken like a gramdma, but it's all true!)
                                                                              Freestyle Eight Delight Vegetarian Stir
~ Carolyn Gibbs ( Joely's Grandmother)                                                         Fry
                                                                            Yield 4 to 6 serving
         We received Julia's referral 5 years ago- July 28, 2005.
She is thriving, a beautiful and sassy girl who is starting                 ½ cup Dried Cranberries
Kindergarten this fall.                                                     ½ lb Firm Tofu ( small dice )
                                                                            ¼ lb Snow Peas ( pre-blanch)
                      Julia FuTong Rose Martin (Xue Fu Tong)                ¼ lb Young Ginger (peeled Slice Thin )
                         ~ Brad, Michelle & Julia Martin                    1 each Carrot (peeled Julienne)
                                                                            ¼ head Nappa Cabbage (julienne)
                                                                            1 bunch Scallion (slice into 1 inch cuts)
                                                                            ¼ head Chinese Celery ( cut into desire size)
                                                                            1 each Apple ( julienne on Japanese Slicer )
                                                                            ½ bunch Cilantro ( wash for garnish )
                                                                            ¼ lb Fermented Black Beans (wash & strain)
                        THE RED THREAD                                      8 Dry Chinese Shitake Mushroom or Fresh ( Soak in water for
                                                                            24 hrs, julienne )
             I have never felt as hopeless as I did eight years ago after   ½ cup Aji Mirin Seasoning
my five year old daughter Grace died suddenly from a virulent               ¼ cup Grapeseed Oil
form of strep. An avid reader, I could not make sense of words on           ¼ cup Almond Sliver ( pre-toasted )
a page; the author of six novels, I could not write; the mother of a        Methods
little girl, I could not mother. As the fog of grief lifted, I imagined          1. Very important to have the pan smoking hot with the
I could find my way to a different life. One day, I glanced in the                    oil. Add ginger and black beans to oil and brown.
rear view mirror of my car and saw my son Sam looking as sad                     2. Add shitake mushrooms, cabbage, snow peas, carrots,
and lonely as a nine year can look. His Optimus Prime                                 sautéed vegetables until half cook. Add Chinese celery,
transformer lay in his lap, and the back seat stretched empty and                     scallion, apples, dried cranberries. Heat up tofu in
enormous. Maybe the idea to adopt a baby took root that day. A
                                                                                      microwave for 2 minute. Add to mixture and deglaze
year later, my husband and Sam and I were on a United Airlines
747 to China to bring home our new daughter, Annabelle. The                           with Aji Mirin Seasoning.
idea of the red thread is that our children are connected to us by               3. Garnish with cilantro.
an invisible red thread, and no matter how tangled or frayed it
becomes, our child is waiting at the other end. When we learned
that Annabelle‘s birthday was April 18, the same day that Grace             Creamy Oatmeal with Dried Cranberries,
died, I thought of that red thread. But it doesn‘t just connect
Annabelle to us. It also connects Grace and Annabelle, and                            Apple and Honey
Annabelle‘s birth mother ten thousand miles away to me. When I              Serves 8
began to write a novel about six fictitious families adopting babies
from China and the mothers in China who have to abandon their               2 Quarts water
daughters, I knew it had to be called THE RED THREAD.                       2 Cups Quick Oatmeal
In it, families are formed; hearts are broken and                           1 Apple (Grated or Julienne )
hearts are mended; and hopeless women—like                                  1 Cup Dried Cranberries
I once was—find hope again.                                                 ½ Cup Honey
                                                                            1 Tablespoon Cinnamon

                                                                                1. Bring water to boil, add oats, dried cranberries and
                                                                                   apple, cook for 5 minutes.
Ann Hood, author of THE RED THREAD                                              2. Add cinnamon and stir. Suggestion coconut milk,                                                             peanut butter for a creamy texture.

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DONORS 2010                                                           UPCOMING EVENTS
On Behalf of Reagan O'Neill's      CHINESE NEW YEAR PARTY 2011                                CHINESE CULTURAL WORKSHOP
5th Birthday to Leizhou SWI :
                                   SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 5TH
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         Nicole Harding)                            CHINA ADOPTION WITH LOVE-251 HARVARD STREET, BROOKLINE, MA
Mischa Fay (Merrill & Beth Fay)
                                                                            OCTOBER 2ND, 2010
  Evan Milchev (Stacey & Val
            Milchev)                                                               930-NOON
Jayda Glines (Krystie & Michael
     Lucy Thomson ( Julia &
       Graham Thomson)
   Caroline Petrillo (Joanne &                                 Mothers half way around the world
          Brian Petrillo)                                                    by Caroline Lucy
    Nicole& Thomas Turpin          I was her mother.
  (Elizabeth Nixon & Robert                                                             I am her mother.
             Turpin)               I‘m sad it was the end.
  Van Buhrman ( Christine &
        Charles Buhrman)
                                                                                        I was happy it was the beginning.
     Pheobe Reynolds (Sarah
            Reynolds)              Sometimes I wonder how she‘s doing.                  Sometimes I wonder how she‘s doing.
Gretchen Reynolds (Christina &
        Morgan Reynolds)           If I meet her someday…                               If I meet her someday…
                                                                                        I‘ll tell her that, her child‘s great.
  In Honor of Margie Kern:
                                   I‘ll tell her that I‘m fine.
         Paula Kaplan              I‘d tell my daughter that she was the hardest
                                   thing to lose.
   In Honor of Deb Fagan,                                                               I‘d tell her thank you.
      mother of Hope:
                                   I wish I could meet her now.
       Jeannie DeMurias                                                                 She‘s missed so much.
 In Honor of Aimee (Xi Meng        I miss her.
   Mei) Olson's 4th birthday:
                                   I‘ve learned so much more since giving her           I‘ve learned so much more since taking her in.
   Olson, Sam and Patricia         away.
   Rocha, Charles and Lori
         Larkin, Shuana            Never will I forget leaving her.                     Never will I forget getting her.
    Ellis, Ronald and Ellen
    Gregory and Miranda            Never will I cry so hard.                            Never will I smile so much.
Roth, Christopher and Dorothy      Will my daughter be mad at me?
                                                                                        I know my daughter would understand why, she
 To Foster Care at Nanchang
SWI on behalf of Lily Mitchell's
                                   But I always wonder.                                 But I always wonder.
      Catherine Mitchell
                                   If I made the right decision.
 Nanette and Michael Depiero
                                                                                        If I‘m doing the right thing for her.
 Suzanne Kelsey and Kenneth
                                   It‘s bittersweet.                                    It‘s bittersweet.
                                   But,                                                 But,
                                   I‘ll always love her.                                I‘ll always love her.
                                   No matter what life brings me.                       No matter what life brings us.

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        Chinese Name          Province         Given Name                           Family
Lian 连Meng Jia 梦佳           Jiangsu      Maeve                  Jeffrey and Erin Therrien
Qian 钱Pei Rui 培瑞            Shanghai     Matthew                Gerald and Joanne Bernardi
Huai 淮Futu 福兔               Anhui        Amberlyn Luowan        Mark and Shawsheen Baker
Feng 丰Yue Tong 月彤           Jiangxi      Natalie                Matthew and Christine Pecci
Wang 王Zi Jing 子静            Guangdong    Catherine              John and Elizabeth Rancich Taylor
Zhang 张Lushi 路石             Shanxi       Gideon Zhang Lushi     John W. and Mary Ann Kamberger
Du 都Jie 洁                   Jiangxi      Christina Joy Dujie    John and Mary Kamberger
Zhang 张Qianguang 谦广         Guangdong    Quinn Feng             David M Minozzi and Shengying Feng
DongFang 东方Juan Zi 娟子       Ningxia      Juanzi Woo             Andrew Rainer and Margaret Woo
Ma 马ZhiHui 智惠               Sichuan      Sofia                  Jonathan Hecht and Lora Lynne Sabin
Liu 柳Yun Ying 运颍            Guangxi      Lucy Yunying           Kevin Ralph and Kristina Kremer
An 安Pan 盼                   Guizhou      Lucinda Li             Daniel Cotter and Brigitte von Weiss
Shu 舒Si Mei 思梅              Sichuan      Willow Simei           Daniel and Jene Rossi
Ji 吉Doudou 豆豆               Jilin        Joanna Faith           Christopher and Pamela Sue Blair
Ning 宁Jiani 佳妮              Hunan        Lin Jiani              Kevin and Sherry Ryan
Yang 杨Heng Chai 衡钗          Hunan        Elizabeth Rose         Richard and Eileen McDonough Chou
Bo 波Jiasi 佳丝                Jiangxi      Victoria Rose          Kenneth and Dana Gillett
Yang 杨Cheng Li 成丽           Fujian       Suzanne Chengli        William J. and Julia S. Strasser
Li 李 Silan 思兰 & Li 李 Siyu   Guangdong    Mackenzie & Dylan      Michael and Joanna Crain
Ning 宁Jialin 佳琳             Hunan        Andrea Jialin          Jeannine Doyle
Bo 波Bitao 碧桃                Jiangxi      Lily Elena             Orlando Torres and Lourdes Moss
Bo 波Jiayu 佳毓                Jiangxi      Hannah Mary Jiayu      Phillip Brown and Sheila O'Keefe
Bo 波Jiaxi 佳兮                Jiangxi      Mary Ann               William and Elizabeth Dorgan
An 安Xinyi 辛毅                Shanxi       Jade Xinyi             John C Lang and Cherie A. Parkhurst-Lang
Yan 严Mei 梅                  Yunnan       Grace Anne             Dale Lively
Ma 马Xue 学                   Guangdong    Ivy Xue Mordick        Michael and Cheri Mordick
Qing 庆Xiaoling 晓玲           Gansu        Leah Xiaoling          Randall and Johanna Archambault
Hu 胡Dong Ling 东玲            Gansu        Dalia Ruth             Tal Birdsey and Dina Wolkoff
Bo 博Yue 粤                   Guangdong    Garrett Andrew Boyue   Andrew and Jennifer Clark
Lian 廉Xin Feng 新峰           Guangdong    Gina XinFeng           Alan MacDonald and Yoshiko Okazaki
Xia 夏shiyi 仕艺               Guangxi      Sophie Shiyi           Darren Tong and Sarah Prince
Lian 廉Xin Chan 新婵           Guangdong    Emma Li                Thomas and Esther Schultz
Zhu 朱AoXing 奥星              Guangdong    Carter AoXing          Brian and Erica Wade-Loop
Shu 舒Si Xi 思曦               Sichuan      Katherine Amy          Jason Tong and Evelyn Shen
Lang 郎Xiao Yu 晓宇            Beijing      Elisabeth Xiaoyu       John and Serena Berkelaar Green
Lian 廉Xin Gui 新桂            Guangdong    Anna Mei               John and Diane Honey
Hu 胡Ping Sheng 平生           Gansu        Hayden Lewis           Owen Stoddarrd and Lucy Stoddard
Liu 刘Jing 晶                 Liaoning     Gabrielle              Donald and Susan Browning
Ling 凌Er Mei 二美             Liaoning     Ermei                  Pablo and Christine Marques
Bao 宝Xinsheng 新胜            Guangdong    Aaron Donald Walsh     Shiu Chung Ho and Nicole Patrice Walsh
Fu 福Ni Shi 妮诗               Jiangxi      Alyssa Keona           Cheryl Wu
Zhao 赵Er Yao 尔瑶             Shanghai     Katie Eryao            Frank and Lisa Reith
Fu 福Jiu Zhen 玖珍             Jiangxi      Marissa Jiuzhen        Kevin and Kristin Lynch
Fu 福Lin Qin 临琴              Jiangxi      Rosalie Joy LinQin     Gordon and Megan Murphy

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Fu 福Lin Tong 临彤                           Jiangxi        Joules Lintong            Richard and Doreen Parent
Wei 卫Zhong Kai 中凯                         Jiangsu        Kai Michael               Robert and Elizabeth Marrocco
Jiang 江Qin Wen 沁文                         Chongqing      Elijah Qinwen             Michael and Elaine DeVirgilio Burke
Fu 福Yan Ju 妍菊                             Jiangxi        Alyssa Mingyi             Andrew McKee and Ching Lai
Wu 武Aolin 奥林                              Gansu          Turner Aoliin             Daniel and Breda Lang
He 何Fu Liang 福亮                           Chongqing      Brady                     Wai On and Nancy Wong
Guo 国Dong Xue 冬雪                          Heilongjiang                             Dennis(Lee) and Barbara Hayes
Rao 饶Han Ping 涵萍                          Jiangxi        Mallory Nicole            Nicholas and Kathleen Horvath
Pan 潘 Ya 雅                                Neimengu       Caterina Pan Ya           Jacob and Luisa Wilson
Dongfang东方Ruyi如意                          Jiangxi                                  Evan Vars and Mary Ruth Bramlett
Jin金ZhongPing仲平                           Jiangsu        Quinn Zhongping           Jeffrey H. Perkins and Meegan McCaffrey
Shen 沈Wen Lan 文兰                          Liaoning       Ethan Ensu                Jianchuan Shi and Tina Xia Zhou
An安TongRong 童荣                            Shanxi         Momo An                   James Sutton and Sandra Andriaccio
Xia夏Zong Feng宗风                           Guangxi        Laila Zongfeng            Martin and Anne Dugan
An安Xiao Na小娜                              Sha'anxi       Josie XiaoNa              Peter and Wendy Ditmars
YuChi 尉迟Wen Wen文文                         Ningxia        Matteah Wenwen Raith      Mark and Melissa Kay Winter
Chang 常LiCai 利采                           Jiangsu        Caili Rose                Floyd Louis and Nancy Jo Jares
Hai海Yan Fang艳芳                            Guangdong      Yim Fong Rose             Douglas and Amanda Maynard
Sun 孙Zhen Nian 贞碾                         Sha'anxi       Julianna Sun              Joseph and Carol Fong DiMare
Guang 广 Mei Yan美艳                         Jiangxi        Chloe Mei                 Douglas Couillard and Melissa Mannetta
Cao 曹Meng 孟                               Jiangxi        Alexander Meng Elliot     Michael A and Jane Castner
Guang 广 Jia Yin佳 音                        Jiangxi        Alexandra Jia Elizabeth   John Foley Jr. and Karen Foley
Zi子YangHui阳辉                              Ningxia        Jade Yanghui              Jeffrey Scott and Kimberly Ann Haynes
YuChi 尉迟WeiYing 卫英                        Ningxia        Anna Weiying              Andrew Slusarski and Jeanne DiFranco
YuChi 尉迟YouAi 友爱                          Ningxia        Saiya Jordan              Christopher Allen and Tina Ann Bonnett
Shen沈Jun Wei俊伟                            Liaoning       Josiah Junwei             William J. and Rebekah K. O'Donnell
Nan南Min Ting民亭                            Chongqing      Skylar Min Ting           Armand and Erica Gendreau
Wu 武Yun Xiang 云翔                          Yunnan         William Henry             John Henry Hugg and Iris Chin Ponte
He 河Xiao Mei 小美                           Guangdong      Sydney XiaoMei            John Buford and Carol Dawn VanderMeer
Song 宋Xiao Li 晓丽                          Guangdong      Lucy                      Mark and Anne Dysinger
Song 宋Zi Chen 梓琛                          Guangdong      Sarah ZiChen              Kelly Paige Everett
Li李Xiao Yan晓艳                             Yunnan         Sophie Lianne             Allen L. and Lara S. Smith
Gan 淦Xing Yang 幸仰                         Jiangxi        Eve Xing                  David and Amy Wilson
Tong铜Min Ting 民蜓                          Jiangxi        Chloe Rochelle            Gregory and Amy Cole

         From (L-R)top row:                                                                              From (L-R)Bottom Row:
Maggie Ping Collett, Olivia Andry, Rosa                                                               Keira & Jenna Lynch, Hsiu-chi
 "Susu" Smith, Mary Rose & Caryn                                                                       Hsu (Emily-from Hua Nan
           Leigh Comerford                                                                             Country Garden Zicuei) with
                                                                                                      Lauren& Madelyn Messier and
                                                                                                       Shao-Yu Lee (Tiffney- from
                                                                                                      Wuku Township Taipei County,
                                                                                                         Taiwan.), Kai Marracco,
                                                                                                       Isabella &Julianna Dimare

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                                                            COME CELEBRATE WITH US!
                                  China Adoption with Love - Chinese New Year Party
                                         Celebrating the Year of the Rabbit
                                                        Saturday, February 5, 2011 11:00 a.m. -3p.m.
                                                             Christina’s on Route 1 in Foxboro, MA
                                 For directions please visit

The celebration will be a fun filled party, welcoming the Year of the Rabbit. We will have entertainment, vendors, craft activities,
 photographer, food & drinks. A buffet style lunch will be served from 12pm to 1:30pm with dessert to follow. NO snow date or
                                   refunds. CHECK IN REQUIRED STARTING AT 10:30am

                  We are working on activities for older girls (possibly skin care & make-up, hair design, tarot cards,
                  jewelry making). Please contact Elizabeth for suggestions and/or referrals.

We will be holding a raffle & auction to benefit China Rainbow Fund. Please consider donating an item or basket. Please email
the item you wish to donate to DONATIONS MUST BE RECEIVED at the CAWLI office, 251 Harvard St, Sts
                                 19 & 20, Brookline, MA 02446 BEFORE January 21, 2011.

                         VOLUNTEERS are needed -- to volunteer contact Pam Willis at
                       Any other questions contact Elizabeth Ekborg King 781-439-5680 or
                             REGISTRATION WITH CHECK MUST BE IN-HAND JANUARY 21, 2011

             Please make checks payable to: Debbie Greenstein & mail to her at 65 Cross Lane, Beverly, MA 01915

Adults, Guests                $30.00 ea                                                   _____ x $30.00 =              $
Young Adults 13-17            $15.00 ea                                                   _____ x $15.00 =              $
Children Ages 3-12            $10.00 ea                                                   _____ x $10.00 =              $
Children Under 3                  FREE            (Indicate # for headcount)              _____ x FREE =                    FREE
Optional Contribution                             (For decorations, crafts, etc.                                        $
GRAND TOTAL                                       (The amount of your check)                                            $

Due to fire code restrictions, space is limited. We can accommodate all registrations with checks received by January
21, 2011 but cannot accept any after this date. Your cancelled check is your receipt. Checks received after January
21 will be shredded and the family will be notified via email. CHECK-IN REQUIRED.

Adults (please print full names first and last)




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       Cape Cod Reunion 2010:
    Photo L-R:
    Zoe Moran, Qidong, Hunan 7/1/99,
    Danielle Burke, Qidong, Hunan 9/99,
    Jenny Conant, Qidong, Hunan 9/99,
    Christina Wysocki, Hunan 8/99, Alayna
    Colbert Qidong, Hunan, 9/99, Danirose
    Billings, Hunan, 7/29/99, Ravi
    Bochnowski, Cambodia, Lucy
    Bochnowski, Guangdong, 5/98
    Front Row: Laura Wysocki, Hunan and
    Abby Conant, Sha'anxi.

Thank you to all of our Chinese New Year Party Organizers, with a special thank you to Elizabeth King for her continued organization
and efforts on behalf of the Chinese New Year Party Committee. Her team of volunteers (Pam Willis, Tracy Ventola, Paula Webster,
Deb Greenstein, Jayne Fryer, Michaela Fanning, Amy Collett, and everyone else) do a wonderful job each year and we cannot thank
them enough.

             Thank you to the contributors of articles & photos for the newsletter - each one was wonderful and heartfelt.

 China Adoption With Love, Inc
 251 Harvard Street, Suite 19-20
 Brookline, MA 02446


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