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Child Abuse and Neglect

Posted by Karen Hessen on Thursday, September 1, 2011, In : adoption, child abuse 
I received official word this week that the story I submitted to Chicken Soup for the Soul about my son Kurtis' years of hunger has been selected for their upcoming book, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Food and Love. This story tells of how Kurtis had a ravenous appetite when we adopted him because he had frequently gone without food in his young life. I titled the story, "The Way to a Boy's Stomach is Through His Heart." In the wisdom of the folks at Chicken Soup, the story has been retitiled, "...
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Hungry Children

Posted by Karen Hessen on Friday, February 25, 2011, In : adoption, child abuse 
I was writing an article the other day about food and I was reminded of how Kurtis ate when we first adopted him. 

Kurtis had been hungry and was never sure if he would have another meal or when he would have it, so he ate. And he ate!
And he ate! It didn't matter what I cooked he ate it with enthusiasm. It was pretty sad to see him drag along the table with his withered leg and pick crumbs up, popping them in his mouth like delicacies. 

This ravenous appetite lasted for a several months before...
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Showing Tag: "hunger" (Show all posts)

Child Abuse and Neglect

Posted by Karen Hessen on Thursday, September 1, 2011, In : adoption, child abuse 
I received official word this week that the story I submitted to Chicken Soup for the Soul about my son Kurtis' years of hunger has been selected for their upcoming book, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Food and Love. This story tells of how Kurtis had a ravenous appetite when we adopted him because he had frequently gone without food in his young life. I titled the story, "The Way to a Boy's Stomach is Through His Heart." In the wisdom of the folks at Chicken Soup, the story has been retitiled, "...
Continue reading ...
 

Hungry Children

Posted by Karen Hessen on Friday, February 25, 2011, In : adoption, child abuse 
I was writing an article the other day about food and I was reminded of how Kurtis ate when we first adopted him. 

Kurtis had been hungry and was never sure if he would have another meal or when he would have it, so he ate. And he ate!
And he ate! It didn't matter what I cooked he ate it with enthusiasm. It was pretty sad to see him drag along the table with his withered leg and pick crumbs up, popping them in his mouth like delicacies. 

This ravenous appetite lasted for a several months before...
Continue reading ...
 
 

Showing Tag: "hunger" (Show all posts)

Child Abuse and Neglect

Posted by Karen Hessen on Thursday, September 1, 2011, In : adoption, child abuse 
I received official word this week that the story I submitted to Chicken Soup for the Soul about my son Kurtis' years of hunger has been selected for their upcoming book, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Food and Love. This story tells of how Kurtis had a ravenous appetite when we adopted him because he had frequently gone without food in his young life. I titled the story, "The Way to a Boy's Stomach is Through His Heart." In the wisdom of the folks at Chicken Soup, the story has been retitiled, "...
Continue reading ...
 

Hungry Children

Posted by Karen Hessen on Friday, February 25, 2011, In : adoption, child abuse 
I was writing an article the other day about food and I was reminded of how Kurtis ate when we first adopted him. 

Kurtis had been hungry and was never sure if he would have another meal or when he would have it, so he ate. And he ate!
And he ate! It didn't matter what I cooked he ate it with enthusiasm. It was pretty sad to see him drag along the table with his withered leg and pick crumbs up, popping them in his mouth like delicacies. 

This ravenous appetite lasted for a several months before...
Continue reading ...
 
 

Showing Tag: "hunger" (Show all posts)

Child Abuse and Neglect

Posted by Karen Hessen on Thursday, September 1, 2011, In : adoption, child abuse 
I received official word this week that the story I submitted to Chicken Soup for the Soul about my son Kurtis' years of hunger has been selected for their upcoming book, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Food and Love. This story tells of how Kurtis had a ravenous appetite when we adopted him because he had frequently gone without food in his young life. I titled the story, "The Way to a Boy's Stomach is Through His Heart." In the wisdom of the folks at Chicken Soup, the story has been retitiled, "...
Continue reading ...
 

Hungry Children

Posted by Karen Hessen on Friday, February 25, 2011, In : adoption, child abuse 
I was writing an article the other day about food and I was reminded of how Kurtis ate when we first adopted him. 

Kurtis had been hungry and was never sure if he would have another meal or when he would have it, so he ate. And he ate!
And he ate! It didn't matter what I cooked he ate it with enthusiasm. It was pretty sad to see him drag along the table with his withered leg and pick crumbs up, popping them in his mouth like delicacies. 

This ravenous appetite lasted for a several months before...
Continue reading ...
 
 

Showing Tag: "hunger" (Show all posts)

Child Abuse and Neglect

Posted by Karen Hessen on Thursday, September 1, 2011, In : adoption, child abuse 
I received official word this week that the story I submitted to Chicken Soup for the Soul about my son Kurtis' years of hunger has been selected for their upcoming book, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Food and Love. This story tells of how Kurtis had a ravenous appetite when we adopted him because he had frequently gone without food in his young life. I titled the story, "The Way to a Boy's Stomach is Through His Heart." In the wisdom of the folks at Chicken Soup, the story has been retitiled, "...
Continue reading ...
 

Hungry Children

Posted by Karen Hessen on Friday, February 25, 2011, In : adoption, child abuse 
I was writing an article the other day about food and I was reminded of how Kurtis ate when we first adopted him. 

Kurtis had been hungry and was never sure if he would have another meal or when he would have it, so he ate. And he ate!
And he ate! It didn't matter what I cooked he ate it with enthusiasm. It was pretty sad to see him drag along the table with his withered leg and pick crumbs up, popping them in his mouth like delicacies. 

This ravenous appetite lasted for a several months before...
Continue reading ...
 
 
 
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