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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)
A 22-Year Old Russian Adoptee Writes to Her Birth Mother -- Guest Blog Post by Anya Rahn
Hey, Mom, if you are listening I just wanted to talk to you.
How to Eat Half an Ice Cream Sandwich
This story has no moral or point. It’s just a story about what I did with my ice cream sandwich. I’m not in grade school anymore, so I can write whatever I please.
An Argument as to Why You Should Tell Your Story--(And a Shameless Plug for My Book)--Guest Blog Post by Kristen Steinhilber
“You Don’t Look Adopted” was just what I needed to believe in my ability to stay the course. To tell my own story like it is with only myself in mind.
Flying Over My Life--Why This Did Not Earn Me A's in School
I used to have no idea why I could not focus consistently in school.
What if Your Body Doesn't Know Hunger or Fullness?
I read recently that the infant’s body discovers hunger when it has a feeling that is addressed when the mother feeds it
From Flourish Class -- Guest Blog Post by Dawn Conwell Mulkay -- This Life Is Not a Rented Costume
I am not in full ownership of my life. Admitting this is humiliating and it makes me angry.
The Adoptee Body and Proprioception
I am curious if the trauma associated with losing your mother at birth or soon after affects the body’s ability to know it is there.
To My Daughter On Her Birthday
On her birthday, my daughter is matching people’s donations with money of her own to help support Asian businesses that are struggling during COVID. It’s easier to think that birthdays are about cake and presents and wishes for untold happinesses. But the truth is that when we are birthed into life we get the whole Pandora’s Box.
Why I am Not Changing My Puppy's Name
Nash was not my dog first. Other people loved him before I will get to love him.
How to Get the Thrill of Writing a Book While Just Living Your Life
Sit down. Stand up. Drive. Go for a run. It doesn’t matter. Lie on the floor. You just have to be alive for this to work.
[M]other -- Guest Blog Post by Lauren Zoller
“What cannot be communicated to the [m]other cannot be communicated to the self.”