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Today, I woke from a restless night. Yesterday, I visited my adoption agency with my children. Again, we were disappointed and left with onl...

Dear readers, please share this letter with those who question the validity of the word, “transracial.” Saying the word “isn’t a thing,” is...

This girl. She sat in the classroom, mostly alone between two seas … one black and one white. Listening … always listening. Giggles ...

I am truly grateful for the community of adoptees.  When I first became aware of the #DearMe campaign , I posted a suggestion on Facebook...

When I feel lonely, I turn to my Lost Daughters sisters. They know my pain, my confusion and my sadness. When G.O.A.’L asked me if I woul...

Our family drove to Minneapolis this weekend on a quest to find out more about my adoption. The mood was jolly as we road tripped. I was exc...

As an adoptee, there are so many people who create your sense of self … adoptive families, birth families, and most importantly, adoptees. T...

Remember that line from Tennessee Williams’ play, A Streetcar Named Desire ? Blanche DuBois, spiraling out of control, reaches out to the do...