What if whenever adoption papers were signed in court, the music of separation played in the background? Would the smiles and sense of “gotcha!” remain the same?

What if the weight of sadness/grief/confusion isn’t something for us to escape or run from? What if it’s not our fault we feel this way? What if we are carrying the weight of society’s agreement that it is okay to separate a mother and her child? What if this is our job?

You want to be the mother. You want your daughter to know she is in the right place, that a life with her first mother, a women you would never call a straight out mother, a women you call birthmother in one long breath, like if you say it fast enough it will disappear.

Maybe this could be your second Master Class: meditations for those who miss their moms.

Amy Geller was my love coach from November 10, 2020 to July 6, 2021. Amy says that she’s married because of my book, and she has a fondness for me that is generous and surprising.

What I’m trying to tell you is adoption is dirty business, and it’s better to keep it that way. The cleaner we try to make it, the less true it becomes. You took someone as your own, but they aren’t really yours.

Hey, Mom, if you are listening I just wanted to talk to you.

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.

“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.

I used to have no idea why I could not focus consistently in school.

I read recently that the infant’s body discovers hunger when it has a feeling that is addressed when the mother feeds it

When Alfonso Cuarón wanted to make a movie about being alone, he came up with the idea of putting his character out into space, unmoored, tethered to nothing.