Fostering the Unaccompanied Migrant Children

I really do wonder about people. A lot. The downed Malaysian jet. Who could do such a thing? But the news footage of protestors screaming at the unaccompanied migrant children, who must be so scared. What is wrong with people?

I don’t have an extra cent to my name, I have zero experience with children and I only speak one language, but I do have a spare bedroom. I’ve been thinking if someone like me is considering fostering, there must be others. Then I read this piece in the Times about how NYC is reaching out to the children and I was so so proud.

Maybe I’m not the best foster parent for these children, but perhaps there’s another way I can help.

Bleeck. He looks like such an angel when he sleeps.

Bleecker in Repose

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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