Shame Weight, Different Day

I am today-years-old when I have an outloud chat with the weight around my middle. Put on, first, by pregnancy, then restored by wonky midlife hormones, the weight has become an egregious ball and chain. I want a divorce. These are the things I say aloud this morning, standing in my dimestore underpants and bra... 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 →

Less than Perfect.

After pulling back from reunion almost five years ago, I find myself wondering 1) how could I have handled that better and 2) was I supposed to set expectations or boundaries, and 3) is there any reparation to be made? For most of my life, making any decision was difficult and very uncomfortable. When open,... Continue Reading →

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