I just watched the 2022 Disney live action remake of Pinocchio with Tom Hanks. Pinocchio has never been my favorite Disney film. However, one of my most cherished childhood memories is my father taking me to see it when I was eight years old in 1984. I remember it very clearly. We had this lovely old movie house, The Cameo, and on a grey snowy winter day my dad took me there to see the original Disney animated classic. In full disclosure, which may have been the only time I saw the film in its entirety. Again, it just never clicked with me that much. Plus, I grew up in an era when we did not own movies. You saw it once in the theater, and that was it. Yet, that remained and still is an important childhood core memory. For one thing, movies were also one thing that connected me and my dad. But I could also see how much my dad appreciated this movie. And that made me happy. Here I am, a fully grown adult in my 40’s, and watching Pinocchio again. This time, I am seeing it from the persp...
It was just about one year ago. The 30 th of August, 2021. It was the first day of our vacation. We had just landed at the airport and were waiting for the shuttle to the resort. As we waited in line, we heard our messages. The latest case we had presented to had passed on us and chose another couple to place her child with. Then, our consultant had given us the news that the mother had not actually passed on us, as she had never seen our presentation. Due to the number of hopeful parents presenting to this woman, it had been decided she would only see have of the presentations at a time. She made her choice in the first half and chose not to see the rest. We were crushed. Our consultant had then gone on to say that we should all discuss tempering our expectations. We had been presenting to cases for three months at that time. With each case, we had found it was a highly competitive process. Each young mother choosing to place her child for adoption was seeing 20,30, sometime...