Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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Perspective
Is perspective different from culture to culture? Definitely I would say. Adoption is not talked about much in Romania because it’s rarer and somewhat tabu. While in California it was all too common, and thus lost in familiarity. We want to admit it or not, in many countries there is a stigma associated with adoption.…
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The love that lingers
“A lot of people love me! Carmen loves me! Do you remember? In Lacu Roșu, she would greet me with: Good morning, sunshine!” says Jackie, on the way to kindergarten this morning, out of the blue. Ah, the knowledge, the belief and confidence that you are loved without a trace of doubt. May this sense…
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Are you French?
When I met Conrad I knew our kids will be different. The gift and burden of international parents, bilingual and preprogramed with wanderlust
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What qualifies me to write about adoption?
Absolutely nothing …except for my God given gift for words, the delight of expressing myself in writing, and the love I have for my daughter.
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Family in celebration mode
It could have fooled anyone. A celebratory sight. Dressed for holiday: our table, our attire, our smiles.
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How well do you understand adoption?
I know now that I didn’t know anything really, back when I decided to dive into the deep end of adoption. But I knew then how little I understood, and I was afraid. I asked myself: do I really want to start this journey and do I have what it takes to survive it?
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Cartea se lansează în Ianuarie
Copiii noștri au o voce. O voce senină, clară, chiar și atunci când este tremurată sau soptită. Uneori nouă adulților ne este frică sau jenă să privim drept în ochi inima lor, iubirea lor, durerea lor. Dar important e că vrem să le ascultăm povestea. N-o să înțelegem niciodată pe deplin totul. Dar faptul că…
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Despre Tristețe
Mă simt trista. Zice a mea, cea de 5 ani. De ce? Întreb. Nu stiu. Răspunde ea sincer.
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A week in France in November
I’ve known Livia for over three decades. The longest I’ve known any of my current adult friends. My Mom tells me stories about going shopping for her wedding, with Livia’s mom (her wedding godmother as well). We are second degre cousins. We share a great-great grandparent. My genealogist-by-nature mom would know. And we used to…
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Waiting for our second daughter
It was a warm Fall season, much like this one, when with intense emotions, with anticipation and nervousness, we were waiting to become parents for the first time. Two years have passed since. We prepared for the impact, like two ships on the stormy sea.
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My first book
I wrote this. For Jackie. For us. Inspired by the monthly meetings at a post adoption support group. We heard so many golden truths, but applying them feels less natural. I was nervous and excited to read it Jackie. She loved it! At some pages she would just listen quietly. At others she would giggle…
