The Day I Asked to Be Un-Adopted

The Day I Asked to Be Un-Adopted

“Please don’t be sad Mommy, but I figure I should live with Dora. She is not old like you, she has freckles like me, and she can give me a brother. See, I will be right there!” I said pointed through the slatted window panes across the side yard toward my future home. You can watch me play with my brother!” I assured her. “All you have to do is let Dora be my new mommy.”

Adoptees & Divorce

Adoptees & Divorce: Had I known my adoption reunion would lead to my divorce, would I have done it anyway? To quote Anne Sexton, I sit here “on the spike of truth,” and I say ‘Yes, I would have.’ I can confirm that yes, there are significant divorce risks in adoption reunions and many hurdles […]

In My Birth Mother’s Shoes

SEX. It fed my low self-esteem and proved to me I was wanted at least temporarily. I used it over and over again and when I got the boy, I chased him away before he could leave me. I lied or I cheated or I just put up walls. Beginning in middle school and ending […]

Fear, Anxiety & The Primal Wound

I wake up this morning and I feel it again, the wave of sickness lapping my gut, a slow tide rising in the depth of my belly, a heat warming my throat, stealing my breath, burning my chest a bright red. This is no serene sunrise, I crave peace and tranquility, but no, my heart […]