I’m in it right now. It’s not words – there aren’t even words to describe it or personify it or explain it, really. But words are all I have for expression, so I’ll try. I feel flat: without shape or depth. I feel numb: without feeling or heart. I feel empty: without substance or worth.… Continue reading In It: Feeling Adoption Loss at Christmastime
We've all heard it: a picture says a thousand words. But what are those words? It's easy to assume that those words are the thoughts you have about the picture, but that's not the case. Everyone who looks at a picture will imbue it with their personal views, their experiences, their biases, their emotions. The… Continue reading The Thousand Words of a Picture
My regrets come from clarity in hindsight. And they are numerous.
They say hindsight is 20/20, and in this case, that is absolutely true.
We had no idea our family was incomplete until we met him...
She’s the worst person I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing. I wish I was exaggerating.
Every member of the triad tells a completely different story. My siblings and I have vastly different stories. The story of my biological mother is night-and-day-different from my story of being a birthmother. I've never met an adoptee nor a birthmother with the same story as me.
This is what it is to be a birthmother: to love someone who doesn't even know you exist.
Me too. But everyone who knows me knows that. I practically lead with that. Do I have to say “trigger warning”? You’ve been advised.
I can’t discuss my heroes without also discussing adoption. For me, the two are inextricably linked. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. It's funny, in the adoption world there really are no rules or solid expectations because no two stories are the same. Even the stories experienced and told by siblings differ. There… Continue reading My Heroes
