I was adopted when I was five months of age. I think that those of us who have been adopted share a certain kinship, in that only we can understand what has been called a Primal Wound. I also believe that the classic closed adoption system that I was a part has more than a…
Month: September 2009
What Matters
I spent two days in the hospital unexpectedly last week. There is nothing like two days of poking, prodding, not sleeping, not eating, and other unmentionable things to make one appreciate the finer things in life. I took a walk at lunch time today. (What?! I can hear you exclaim! You never take lunch breaks!)…
Stories from the Heart Conference
Story Circle Network is holding it’s fifth national memoir conference at the Wyndham Hotel in Austin, Texas, February 5-7, 2010. I’m very excited to be moderating a panel discussion called Finding Our Voices Online. The panel will consist of six of SCN’s Star Bloggers, some of whom find their way into My Own Velvet Room…
Life In The Fast Lane
I sit down to read a magazine and can’t focus on a single article at a time. I scan the letters to the editor and then leaf through the rest of the pages. There was a time that a magazine could last me for days; now it last only a few minutes. I sit down…
Still, Small Voice
I push through the glass doors of the office and step out into the sunshine. The day is still blessedly warm, unseasonably for this time of year. Almost unconsciously I shake my hands at my side, shaking off the pressure of the day. As I walk I inhale, improperly I know, but in the way…