Welcome friends, readers or anyone else who stumbled upon here!
Thank you for visiting my site. I am a believer, a mother, a professional, an author, and an advocate for children.
After living in China for almost five years, I published my memoir, Silent Tears; A Journey of Hope In A Chinese Orphanage. The interest in my story makes it possible for me to continue my passion to make a difference in the lives of children in the orphanages of China.
Please visit my blog where interspersed with splashes of my sassy posts, I strive to bring the adoption community together with links to news articles, special interest stories and updates on the children in my book. Visit me on Facebook or write me an email. I love to hear your comments or share in your life experiences!
A Soldier, A Gypsy and Rosebud Pajamas
After a harrowing ride from the quiet (civilized) community I live, through nightmare traffic (uncivilized) and kamikaze drivers trying to bully me out of their way, we finally arrived at the Atlanta airport. My daughter and I searched and searched for a parking spot but one that would fit my over-sized tank was not to [...]
Kay Bratt and Fly Away Home Clothing Giveaway!
Fly Away Home Boutique has probably got the most adorable China inspired line of clothes I’ve ever seen and the amazing part of it has to be the fact it is completely organized, orchestrated and fulfilled by one tenacious mom! This mom has turned to her life-long love of sewing to alleviate the financial part [...]
Kay Bratt Podcast with Jamie Mason on PsychJourney
Kay Bratt and Jamie Mason chat about China, abandonment and the children of Silent Tears.
Listen here at PsychJourney.com.
If you take the time to listen, please leave me a comment here and tell me what you think!
Thank you for your support– Kay
From the Heart of An Adoptive Father
Before The Dawn
It’s early in the morning
Two hours before the light
I look around to see who’s there
No one is in sight.
I set both baskets by the gate
Kneeling to the ground
Tying my shoe, I say good-bye
I know you will be found.
Standing up I look once more
Up and down the street
My hand picks up one basket
The task [...]
