The Long Road of Blog
“It’s as though I were living at last in my eyes, as I have always dreamed of doing, and I think then I know why I’ve come here: to see, and so to go out against new things—oh god how easily—like air in a breeze. It’s true there are moments—foolish moments, ecstasy on a tree stump—when I’m all but gone, scattered I like to think like seed…”
William Gass, In the Heart of the Heart of the Country
A Reply to an Adoptive Parent at 2 a.m. Christmas Morning
We struggle with our daughter who refuses to acknowledge her tight rope, her emotions, her feelings, her history, her grief, her loss, etc. She shuts down or goes straight into fight/flight whenever we try to bring up any conversation about her life experiences. We feel we have a wealth of loving support available from all the books, support groups, counselors, reflection, study, personal growth, etc. we have gathered over the years and she is still unable to open her heart. We will continue to offer everything we have and pray that one day her heart will soften and she will trust us just enough to get a taste of the unconditional love, support, and comfort she rejects. She deserves so much more than she is willing to accept.
Change Your Life as a Writer in 5 Minutes by Seeing the Light
People can develop stutters when they are afraid to speak, afraid of what others are going to say when they speak, and essentially I had developed a stutter as a writer. I was supremely self-conscious and hyper-aware of how others might react to the things I wrote.
Why I Don't Chew My Food or Why I Eat Like a Barn Animal
All my life I’ve been afraid that whatever I’m eating is about to disappear.
The Tightrope is Real. So Many Adoptees are Afraid of Falling
If I am thin, if my body is in control, if I don’t ask for too much, if I am clean, if I don’t make too much noise, if I don’t upset you, will you keep me? Will you love me like you would love a real child? A real person?
Falling in Love at Spirit Hill Farm
I am living in abundance. My body and mind are working to acclimate.
Slamming it into Fifth or I Love Ben and Jerry's for the First Hour
I think a lifetime of wishing my mom would think she was as beautiful as I thought she was has made me a crazy person.
Love, Devotion, Missing You, and the Traumatized Brain
It was the word devotion that changed everything for me, not the word love.
Me and My Phone and The Small Muscles of my Eyes
This post is one big reminder to self: don’t live on auto-pilot. Try harder.
At Spit, High on Cocaine, Dancing. Happy Birthday to Me.
I celebrated the start of my birthday on the Nordic Trak, listening to the opening of She Sells Sanctuary by the Cult on repeat.
For My Friend Carole Who Has Never Met a Biological Relative
Dear, sweet Carole, I feel like the best thing I can do for you is to offer my hand. When your root base is uncertain, it is contact with friends and family of your own choosing that help keep an adoptee who feels rootless from wanting to die. I will hold your hand your entire life.
What if I Tell My Story and My Friends and Family Hate Me?
I have worked with people who more than almost anything want to tell their story and who are frozen by the fear that if they tell their truth, they will lose people they love.