Seven Years’ Time
July 1 – I meet him standing at the top of a short dusty road, turned onto from a long hot highway that had stretched decades behind me. The journey to my paternal birth family had begun at my first breath, a trip that would last 40 odd years. Siri would have told me “I […]
From the Ashes
An excerpt from “Somebody’s Baby” – How tragically ironic that all my worldly possessions, memoirs and keepsakes from my adopted life would burn to ash on the property of my birth parent.
NOLA Radio Interview on Meeting My Birth Mother
An interview with WHIV Radio on meeting my birth mother.
Meeting My Birth Father: Our Reunion Video
https://youtu.be/UgYh7jM74Y4 Here is my viral reunion video of meeting my birth father which has received more than 287,000 views and which paints a beautiful culmination to what began as a sad loss for this kind-hearted man, who only discovered he had a daughter 42 years after my conception. Our story began the day I drove […]
Adoptees & Divorce
Adoptees & Divorce: Had I known my adoption reunion would lead to my divorce, would I have done it anyway? To quote Anne Sexton, I sit here “on the spike of truth,” and I say ‘Yes, I would have.’ I can confirm that yes, there are significant divorce risks in adoption reunions and many hurdles […]
Finding My Birth Father
A year ago today, thanks to my birth mother Lina’s search for the truth and the man connected to it (and her sharing that information with me), I learned my birth father’s name is Jerry Knight. I learned one year ago, on this day, that he was alive and very much wanted to meet me. Within a few days I wrote him a letter and took the second step on my adoption journey.
Mirror Mirror
How Being an Adoptee and Single Parent Shaped My Parenting Style and Relationship With My Daughter
In My Birth Mother’s Shoes
SEX. It fed my low self-esteem and proved to me I was wanted at least temporarily. I used it over and over again and when I got the boy, I chased him away before he could leave me. I lied or I cheated or I just put up walls. Beginning in middle school and ending […]
Fear, Anxiety & The Primal Wound
I wake up this morning and I feel it again, the wave of sickness lapping my gut, a slow tide rising in the depth of my belly, a heat warming my throat, stealing my breath, burning my chest a bright red. This is no serene sunrise, I crave peace and tranquility, but no, my heart […]
Harm Unintended
Acknowledging My Birth Mother’s Angst After Reading My Last Post
