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Archive for February, 2010
My Birth Mother likes Swimming & Horses and Was Born in 1948
Feb 18th
My Birth Mother likes Swimming & Horses and Was Born in 1948. That is it for my birth history. Oh, and my birth father was a rancher. No photo’s. No other information that is consistent or verifiable. So, do you know who she is? Yeah – likely not. If you are not an adoptee than I imagine you might find it difficult to comprehend what it’s like to have such limited information on your genetic history. Or the challenge it presents when filling out medical questionnaires.
An example of what I’m subject to – like most adoptees – in their search for birth family information.
Adoption: Passion and Pain
Feb 14th
If you are on my Facebook or know me personally you know that I am passionate about the topic of adoption. I have the unique perspective of two points of view – as an adoptee & as a birth mother. If you are a casual observer like a majority of the population, then you may know what adoption is but not realize all of the corruption and lies and other offenses in the adoption industry as a whole.
Superficially, adoption is a beautiful concept. This concept is the general conception that couples unable to have children of their own “adopt” children of others who are unable to be parents – for whatever reason (voluntarily or forced to surrender a child for adoption). If you’ve paid much attention to media, then you may also have heard about stories of reunions among adoptees & birth families.To the general population barely touched by adoption – this is what they know about adoption and it’s a beautiful thing. However, this barely scratches the surface of adoption and everything involved with it including the widespread corruption.
Guest CT Spot for Creations by Rachael
Feb 14th
I have a February Guest Spot for Creations by Rachael. So, I’m playing catch up on digi-scrapping this weekend. I thought I would go ahead and start posting layouts as I get them done.
In a Gown Fit for the Ball I Dance in the Gutter
Feb 7th
I have struggled a lot lately with my personal role as Daughter of the King and my status as a Princess as a result of that family membership. The princess struggle for me is not new, however. The princess stories were never among my favorite as a child. I was never ever really girly – except I did occasionally play with dolls or barbies. It’s not that I was a tomboy really – though I’ve always much preferred to play with boys. (They just never cared to play with me except the occasional snow ball fight or game of four square at recess – or if they needed someone to beat in basketball or at chess.) I spent a great deal of my time as a child in my own head. If you know me, you can guess how dangerous my playtime could be – lol!
