Somewhere between being born and being adopted, abandoned people learn that being pleasing means you're less likely to be left behind (again). If you're funny or engaging, kind, people might like you - you might even make some friends. If you're funny or smart or have some special talent or hobby, you might find your … Continue reading Balancing Act.
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.