Adoption

I know she wants to hear from me and I always promise that I won’t let so much time go between calls. But I do and I don’t know why, although I have my theories. I always tell her she can call me whenever she wants; that no time would be a bad time to...
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I only found out I was adopted about five years ago and it was completely by accident that I came across the irrefutable evidence scrawled on the back of a photo of my dad and myself (as a baby) where I was referred to as his “adopted” daughter by someone whose handwriting I didn’t...
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As I stand on the precipice of yet another Mother’s Day, I struggle with what direction I want to take in writing this post. Do I write about my mom again and how I feel about Mother’s Day when she’s been gone for 27 years? I fear there’s not much new to say on that...
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