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 Taste of Retreat -- Your Sadness, Dear Mother, Is Not My Legacy
I hadn’t realized I’d believed in this legacy and my obligation to bear it until I’d done this exercise—I’d just assumed it was a weight that was part of me, like my arm spine or my liver.
You Are Not My REAL Mother
Today on her Instagram feed, the therapist Amanda Vaughn (Amanda_Vaughn_Therapy) quoted a parent saying “My worst fear as a non-biological parent is the day my child says, ‘You’re not my REAL mother.’”
Me and Little Me Were Walking Down the Street
I had the experience the other day, yet again, of catching my reflection in the window of my car and having the startling stomach-drop feeling of wrong wrong wrong.
Grief, Regret, Adoption, and Freedom
By the way, The Passenger is rife with really bad, crude jokes. I was so shocked at the first one I read it three time. Brilliance AND bathroom humor?? What more could I ask for?
You Can't Write Badly Even When You Try--for Ruth Who Had to Work
I think for some people, maybe everyone in my class, writing badly means sounding like yourself.
Love Letters -- Guest Blog Post by D.K.
She picked out stationary cards with a black horse on the front because she knew black horses were my favorite.
The Trap of Shoulding All Over Yourself and Your World and the Hunger Ritual
Hunger is full of clues. How amazing to make space for this language! To listen to it. To give it room to exist.
Online Retreat for Adopted People -- March 2-4
Being in community with other adopted people is amazing, and I want as much amazing in my life as possible.
When You Want to Write So Much It Hurts But Nothing Comes Out
If writing or creating were easy, it would be called eating ice cream.
Installment #4 in the Sequel to You Don't Look Adopted
What gets in the way of adoptees (human beings!) feeling free to talk about their feelings and experiences and beliefs?
Still Working on the Sequel to You Don't Look Adopted (update #3)
I have been thinking a lot recently about why so many adopted people struggle with feeling free enough to tell/write their story. I wrote these sections with that question in mind.