I’ve really struggled the last few months. It’s easy to look for external triggers for the struggle.
Spring blossomed and things that fly…well they started flying again, triggering Hope’s bug phobia. 615 more words
I’m probably not quite lucky when it comes to finding a romantic partner. I’ve had long-term serious relationships with resentful endings. When I was in high school, I was heartbroken, confused and angry because the boy I loved broke up with me without telling the reason. 596 more words
I owe a debt of gratitude to countless adult adoptees who have schooled me on this adoption thing in the last year. I’ve learned to respect my daughter’s intersecting and layered identities as an individual, as my daughter, as an adoptee, as someone who has a first family and a life that preceded me. 1,011 more words