It’s been a long time since I wrote anything about adoption or how I’m impacted by the whole “chosen baby” myth we were fed. After I wrote my first book, Two Hearts: An Adoptee’s Journey Through Grief to Gratitude, I remained relatively active in the adoption community, writing and even speaking at the American Adoption…
It’s August 18 as I write this, and I’m sitting down to write this post, having just pruned back my tomatoes. It’s certainly the earliest that I’ve ever taken this step. The garden, as a whole, is less than stellar this year—okay, let’s be honest, it’s been the worst season ever. Frankly, I’m over it….
One day recently, I stood near the 49th parallel in Saskatchewan—the Canada-U.S. international boundary. If you look closely at this photo, you can make out a fence line at the top of the hill, representing the boundary, and a Canadian flag flying atop the highest peak on this side. I watched a hawk glide effortlessly…
I’ve been researching my genealogy. It’s important to me, in part, because as an adoptee, basic information about who and where I came from was a secret. That’s a recipe for heaping some heavy stuff on an impressionable child and creating an adult who is hyper-sensitive to feelings of abandonment. Now, however, thanks to DNA…
I came across this wisdom from the Sufi poet, Rumi, this morning. Humankind is being led along on evolving course. . . and though we seem to be sleeping,there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream,and will eventually startle us backto the truth of who we are.~ Rumi, Selected Poems Earlier, I had been…
I’m sitting in my favourite chair under the gazebo in our backyard, where it’s currently 36F / 97F. Beautiful. There’s a slight breeze that might explain the absence of mosquitoes. They’re ridiculous this year. I resorted to burning those green coils I haven’t seen since my parents used them back in the 1960s. They’re probably…