When I adopted a little boy from Romania, I was full of dreams for the life I would give a needy child and how he would complete our little family. George came to us a feral child; a wild animal in the body of a boy.

The violence George rained down on us, his new family, almost destroyed everything I assumed motherhood to be.

I’m not a victim, I’m not a hero. I’m just a mom who, by happenstance or mistake, was plunged into a nightmare and lived to tell the tale. With honesty, raw emotion and humor, When the Bough Breaks sheds light into that dark tunnel where there seems to be no end to our children’s troubles.

This is my truth as I remember it. Welcome to my journey.