On a rare balmy day in mid-December, I was sitting on my front porch soaking up the distant rays when I looked to my left. A few houses down, I saw my 18-year-old neighbor, home from his first semester in college, putting up Christmas lights on his family’s front porch. He looked a little more filled out and mature than when I’d seen him just last summer. And here he was back at home for winter break, helping his family get ready for the holidays. A smile spread across my face—I’m a sucker for heart-warming scenarios like this. I bristle to think how different this young man’s fate would be had he been a toddler now, instead of in the 1990′s, when his American parents adopted him from a Russian orphanage. Russia is on the verge of signing into law a ban on American adoptions of Russian children. On Wednesday December… Read More