Specifically, the birthday of my mother by birth. The morning before, I had this thought that there was a birthday I was missing, but I had no idea whose, or even when, just that it was someone’s birthday soon, perhaps that day. Seeing as I couldn’t figure it out I went to check my family trees to see if it was a direct line ancestor’s birthday. I checked dad’s tree first because it’s the one I know best, nothing, so then I moved to my maternal birth family tree, and there it was, my mother’s birthday was the next day. Read the rest of this entry »
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I’ve read a lot lately so thought it was time to share… Read the rest of this entry »
What has helped me most with my deepest feelings about not just being adopted, but the unintended consequences that have played out in my particular story? A community of adoptees who share similar feelings, questions, loyalty conflicts. For me, nothing I’ve done has helped more than feeling I’m not alone in this journey. What made me realize this now? Recently, I saw a clip on the need to talk about mental health challenges by Howie Mandel, how talking to others going through the same journey of mental health conditions helps you not feel alone or weird. That got me thinking about how having someone to talk to who gets it, whatever the it is, that isn’t there to judge (you’ll see what I mean later) has helped so much, so, that’s what spurred this post because it made me think about all the different ways and different aspects of my life that have benefited from having a community. Read the rest of this entry »
I know I’ve talked about it before, but I continue to see both adoption agencies and adoptive parents speak on what adoption was like back in the 50’s and 60’s. They blithely state misinformation, as if, it was fact. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve posted The Danger Of A Single Story by Chimanda Ngozi Adichie every year in November since I first posted it in 2010. Listening to her talk never gets old, rather, it seems, I get something new from it every time. Perhaps why it stays relevant is that it applies to so many different areas in life for different people. Perhaps, because it’s filled with wisdom that always has value, adds value every time you hear it.
When I was two, I fell down the stairs and landed face down on the cement floor of the basement. I lost a front tooth. I screamed, cried, and carried on until dad picked me up and carried me back up stairs. I have flash memories of falling down the stairs, hitting the floor, dad carrying me back up holding me on his left side. What dad was wearing is also part of that memory. Read the rest of this entry »