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When I was a white, I talked like a white, I thought like a white, I reasoned like a white. When I became Korean, I set aside my whitis...

Dated January 23, 2016, on flight KE037 … I am fragments. The First maternal fragment, Is my flesh and blood — A round ass, dark hair —...

I dread today. That sounds selfish and unkind … especially to those this day is made for … … those with intact families, … those who have...

I asked my husband and kids this year to pick a day in November to surprise me with birthday wishes. They have been so supportive, despite t...

My daughter, like myself at her age, says she will never bear children. Her reasonings are based in physical pain. She cannot imagine a chi...

Sadness. Overwhelming sadness is the only way I can describe how I feel about learning nothing new about my history before my adoption. I lo...

In my home state of Tennessee, a federal judge granted an injunction on the state’s gay marriage ban. It was a small victory in my eyes, and...

Here I go, down to the depths. But before I take you there, I want to tell you that it isn’t that I am unhappy with my adoptive family. I ...

Yes, I let the anniversary of my mother’s death (February 2) pass without blogging. The loss of my adoptive mother, the only one I call “m...

At thirteen, I sank into depression. I became a person no one would recognize today, and I wrote my mother letters that said, “I wish you ha...

In the summer of 1987, a few months after my grandmother died, my mother stood, shoulders slumped and shaking. The scent of biscuits had pul...

Yesterday, I heard a story of a woman similar to me. This woman quit her job and moved away with her husband, who like mine, traveled a lo...

Summer brings sunshine, happiness (from the sunshine) and movies! This summer in the spirit of my daughter (aka #feminist9YO), I have vowed ...

If you can call your mother, do so. (From Real Simple magazine this month)

In 1993, my mother and I shared Valentine’s Day. Each of us would have been alone that Valentine’s Day, had we not had each other. For me,...

The subtitle for Barb Lee’s Adopted film is “When love is not enough …”.  What kind of love is she talking about here? I argue that love ...

Yesterday morning at breakfast, I heard this Story Corps taping  (before you continue, you might want to listen).  This dialogue betwee...

Today, as I pulled into the post office and mailed my father and his wife’s package, I had a sinking feeling.  I wanted to be mailing a pack...

Today, at my daughter’s parent-teacher conference, I signed a required form and finished by dating it 11-15-67. My husband said, “Well, you ...

Living in Rwanda, my husband experienced something I had felt for a long time. He could not hide the fact that he was different. When we w...