If I could explain it to the average person, I wouldn't have been worth the Nobel Prize.
Despite the best of efforts, many foster children are neither reunited with their families, nor adopted.
Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases, load our kids into the car, and drive from tense, crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island, with stretches of sea and sandy beaches, rocky coasts, and pine trees. We barbecue, swim, lie around, and try to do nothing.

