Writer | Artist | Adoptee
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 →
I am not going to fight. I am going to vastly improve my argument (and it's pretty damned good already). I am not going to point out the obvious (at least not obviously), and I am not going to name-call. What I AM going to do is be there. Be present, and supportive, and listen... Continue Reading →
14. The age of my only child. Tonight at dinner, at a table adjacent to ours, an upset pre-toddler cried most of the time. Basically, through his family's dinner and ours. I asked Loinfruit to run to the car for my phone, and while she was away, I got up and went over to the cryer's... Continue Reading →
Octoberation 