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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...

In researching the Korean language for my next ceramic piece, I have learned that all words are not quite equal. Time has altered the idea...

I am leaving on a jet plane to the District of Columbia. In my carry-on, I have some of the most precious pieces of my life. Art feeds m...

At this moment, my father is intubated and riding in an ambulance to Knoxville, Tennessee. This is the man who I highlighted in this tweet....

Two days sting me … the day of my mother’s death (February 2) and Mother’s Day (May). Another Mother’s Day. Adoptees struggle with this ...

Our family ditched the dull, dreary weather of Wisconsin for the sunny smiles and pleasant primos of Puerto Rico. A much needed break and co...

Forty-five years ago in Japan, my parents began and finished their adoption experience while living in Tokyo. Today, I finally received w...

Tomorrow marks the twentieth anniversary of the genocide. In the summer of 1995, newly married, my husband and I made the long journey from ...

This week, the flyer for Old Navy arrived. I had two simultaneous reactions. First, “Wow! A transracial family!” Second, “Whoa. A tr...

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...