A Salute to Those with a Broken Mother Bond

Mother’s Day sucks hardcore for those who suffered a broken mother bond. Since eliminating all Hallmark holidays isn’t likely to happen, I’ll share a story.   A couple of months ago, I stayed overnight at a center for sleep disorders because I have mild sleep apnea. I was mourning my (bio) Aunt Carol and was flying to […]

Christmas & Adoption: Our Attachment to Myths

Christmas is a rough season for many in the adoptee community. Some reasons are obvious: focus on family, expectations of happiness… even more current atrocities like people thinking it’s “cute” to place their newly-adopted babies under trees as if they were a new pair of shoes. For me, the holidays highlight my own pet annoyance: […]

Secrets and Lies

If there was just one thing I could change – ranking #1 on the long list of things that drive me absolutely crazy in adoption – is society’s acceptance of secrets and lies as being inherent to the system and indeed “good” for the parties involved. Normally, this happens in relation to what the adoptee […]

Biology and Birth Certificates: Our Right to Accuracy

Most U.S. citizens raised by their biological parents never question whether the information on their birth certificates is accurate. With the evolution of adoption and alternate means of conceiving a child, “accurate” is an increasingly subjective term. Is the purpose of a birth certificate to portray a biological account of a person’s birth parents, or […]

Adoption “Art”

One morning I spotted a link on social media about local photographer Jane Ammon, and her series featuring foreign-born adoptees entitled, “The Clothes They Came to Us In.” The emotions I feel when confronted with things of this ilk churned as I read the page littered with “cute,” “beautiful,” and “You’re so wonderful for doing […]

The Catholic Church and PA House Bill 162

This picture was taken in 1985, the day of my First Holy Communion. My wooden stance and expression say it all. I remember receiving a white chocolate cross. I despise white chocolate, but I choked down that poor excuse for the real thing because it was expected. Something was amiss, and my subconscious knew it. […]