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“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
(Photo: Brad Ewell)
My New Weekly Writing Class: Staying Present or There is No I in Trauma or Dream Big to Go Home
I want this class to be fun. I also want it to change your life.
Hunger and Living in a Feminine Space
The pursuit of perfection is a suckhole of terror. It’s like spitting into the wind that blows into your face and thinking things will go well.
In & Of Itself and Friends
This morning my friend Laura Foote sent me a drawing she did of a mouse singing a ball of pizza dough. Of course she did.
Flourishing with Joy -- Guest Blog post by Joy Smith
Today is the last Sunday of the month and the first whole month of Flourish is coming to an end. This months topic has been belonging, so what have I learnt?
Thank you for Having My Back--A Meditation on Soft Spots and Tender Care
Yesterday, out of the blue, I got a raging private message from an adoptee on Facebook telling me that I am a pathetic freeloader and a big piece of crap.
There is No I in Trauma -- A New Writing Class
I don’t think I am going to find myself in the past. I think I’m here, now, and until I can bear to stay here long enough to see, I’m going to miss the experience of being truly alive.
The Truth Will Set You Free, or My Experience with Adoptees On and Haley Radke -- Guest Post by Leigh Bailey
I told my truth yesterday during a podcast. It was an opportunity I’d only dreamed of having.
Why I Like to Buy Things or Why My Clothes Still Have the Tags on Them or Why I Give Everything Away
Recently COVID has driven me (repeatedly) to Nordstrom Rack. COVID doesn’t have a car, so COVID leads me online, and, what I’ve found is that once you make that trip, online shows up everywhere you go online. Suddenly Nordstrom Rack is all over my Instagram and Facebook feed and filling my email box with things that were made, apparently, just for me.
What if Adoptees (or Babies Who Lost Their Moms Too Early and Were Taken and Renamed) Really, Really are Biologically Different From Other Humans?
Sometimes when I am with other adoptees we call those we aren’t adopted “civilians” or “normal people”. It’s nice to say things like this and not hear back, “But you aren’t any different. Being adopted doesn’t make you an outsider.”
Girl Adoptees and Hair That Was Shorter Than They Liked. What's the Story Here?
Granted, mothers and daughters historically often fight about hair. But when I started to ask other female adoptees about their experience with their mothers and hair, the response was loud. “She cut my hair so short! She didn’t know what to do with it.” is something I heard again and again.
Rupture/Rapture/The Primal Wound
Recently it has occurred to me that some of the most powerful, most life-changing events of the last four years have had to do with fights/falling outs/misunderstandings I’ve had with other adoptees
It Turns out Female Adoptees Have a Lot to Say About The Relationship Between Their Hair and Their (Adoptive) Mother
Judging from the responses to the meme I posted about hair on Instagram and Twitter, it looks like hair is a thing between adopted girls (and some boys, of course) and their mothers.