Nostalgia Table [Nov. 2019]

Thanksgiving will be small but not infelicitous. Which is to say there will be just three of us seated at the table, not the double-digit chair count of my childhood or some of the years during my time as a Wife. Though several others were invited, they've all found holiday homes for the day and... Continue Reading →

Not breathing too much.

We're not supposed to disrupt your life. We're supposed to fit-in beautifully. Fill a gap, a hole in your heart, in your life. find object, 2020d. j. dawson (b. 1963)mixed media on vocabulary card3 x 6 inches (approx.) Baby caulk. We were in need of rescue, shelter, family (which we have before we meet, by... Continue Reading →

Ghost.

Cold Spring Harbor, 2016d. j. dawson (b. 1963)digital photograph, unaltered The last, and only time, she wrote was January of this year. It was as though she accidentally included me on an email with photo attachments, that's how odd and out of left field. But, it was family-related and it was sweet, baby birthday photos... Continue Reading →

Filling in the blanks.

One of the things adopted people lose through adoption is, most obviously, their family. This is the not-a-happy-ending side of things no one talked about, at least not until recently. As adopted people - or unwanted babies and children, as most of us began life as someone's shameful problem to solve - we were told... Continue Reading →

Repair and Re-pair.

In April, tired and frustrated, I decided to look for an adoption-competent therapist. It's a thing, adoption-competency. Who knew? The first time I'd heard of this on an Adoptees On podcast earlier this year. Searching the Internet for a local therapist experienced with adopted people, I found several sites for foster and adoptive families but... Continue Reading →

Bloom.

Old-fashioned peony, Thomas Jefferson's Monticello. D. J. Dawson 2019. Hello to all you mothers out there. Hello to you and your Offspring, be they from your imagination, womb or another's. This post was started last weekend and it's taken me that long to get my thoughts in reasonable order. Early evening, on the way home... Continue Reading →

24 July, 2014. (Journal)

Some of you are dancing to stay focused on a single candle flame of thought. Some of you are wrestling with obligation and responsibility, and choosing indecision as the companion who leads. Some of you are up late pretending you're not tired or that, soon, sleep will come and the sofa will be 'just as... Continue Reading →

Portrait of a Family.

Christmas 2015, New York. I shot this with my big camera on an average setting. No flash, no filter and no intent, other than to, hopefully, capture a couple of moments decently, in sequence, in my pajamas, with coffee somewhere to my left.  Before I moved to Virginia to be with my partner, the camera... Continue Reading →

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