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Hello there! Welcome to my corner.

I’ve been flirting with the idea of creating this blog for a long time. Every year when November rolls around (National Adoption Awareness Month), I speak and find my “adoptee-voice.” I share my thoughts on the subject along with snippets of my personal experience on social media. As we know, all good things must come to an end, as do my momentary outbursts of activism. December comes, my head goes back into the sand, and I go back to ranting on this subject behind closed doors or in support groups with my adoptee peers.

I’ve been going through massive life transformations as of late. I’m halfway through graduate school, busy Mother of three, going through a rocky divorce, and my position at work was recently eliminated due to lack of funding.

Writing has always been my outlet. Throughout my lifetime, I have filled notebooks with my innermost personal thoughts and poetry. Consequently, I burned them all. Why is it so difficult to find my voice?

Why do you ask? Because I am an adoptee. It is ingrained in my being to please others, put myself last, and not speak about the things that deeply affect me. My fellow adoptees out there, you feel me on this one, I’m sure.

There is no time like the present. So, here we are. Are you ready to follow me down the rabbit hole? I promise you won’t regret it. Just remember, red pill or the blue pill, you came here for a reason. There is no chance — no accidental stumbling. You were drawn here for a reason. Regardless of where you are on this topic…maybe a biological/first Mother, perhaps an adoptive parent, or even a sibling. Maybe an adoptee, or a prospective adopter. Listen. Learn. Teach me something new. We are all in this together.

  • Jennifer