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The Good Family

As far as I saw it, being honest with my feelings was a betrayal of their contributions to my life. There came a moment though, where I could no longer deny what it is that I feel on the deepest level.

The Secret Life of an Adoptee

She warms up her cup of coffee that she has been sipping on all morning in the microwave then carries on with mundane post-breakfast tasks – cleaning up the dishes, wiping down the counters, and considering what we will eat for lunch. She is completely unaware of the bomb that I am about to drop in her lap.

Mothers’ Day

Both of these women have contributed to who I am and who my children are, as both blood and love pass through the generations.

Serendipity

Anyone who has known me more than a minute knows how badly I have longed to have my original birth certificate; the one that actually contains the facts of my birth instead of the facts of my adoption. This obsession began when I found out that I was actually named at birth by my birthmom and became even stronger once I saw my name listed in the Virginia birth index. But upon my adoption, my original birth certificate was sealed away, never to be available to me. Or so I thought…

A Dance with My Daddy

For some reason at that time, a crazy idea popped up in my head. (This is not uncommon, just ask my husband!) I wanted to put on my wedding dress and dance with my Dad.