Entre. French for "in between"; not "entrée" like the main course of a meal. Freres, brothers. Soeurs, sisters. You can puzzle-piece the title of this post.One of many outcomes of my adoption reunion was siblings. My sibling tribe grew, exploded really, from one sister - with whom I was raised - to seven altogether. We … Continue reading entre frères et sœurs
The last couple weeks, on the way to and from work, I've been soaking up a lot of Adoptees On podcasts; and, while I am a writer, the one topic I have neatly avoided is my adoption/search/reunion and that I decided reunion wasn't what I thought. Or, rather, I wasn't sure what reunion was supposed … Continue reading The part where she begins to write about being adopted.
This passage was read at my wedding. Yet, it holds only the significance of being part of a tender, beloved children's story. A story not familiar to me until I needed something warm, intelligent and well-written about real love -- because *what in the world did I know about that?!* -- at the time, early … Continue reading How a Toy Bunny Changed My Outlook.