(Because of adoption)You don’t know me but…. you mean so much to me.
I don’t now how to start this, and maybe just saying that is the easiest way. I think of you …
I don’t now how to start this, and maybe just saying that is the easiest way. I think of you …
I made a promise to myself, that as a fellow birthmother, and her daughter, I would do anything to help …
Over the next few years, I would occasionally ask about finding my sister. Her absence gnawed away at me. I …
I remember it like it was yesterday. My mom and I were in the living room and I had shyly …
I knew, this summer when my son turned 19 it was going to be a turning point. To me, it …
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No more whispering.
Our lives are the sum of all the choices we make, the bridges we cross, and the ones we burn.
Just a twenty-something adoptee sharing my thoughts
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