How I Unknowingly Followed A Mother's Scent For 30 Years It started when I was a very young girl. I couldn't tell you what it was back then, but there was a pull that went beyond the mother I knew. I would feel this pull beyond my bedroom, past the bathroom; it wasn't pulling me to the living room, where my entire family was, nor was it leading me to the bedroom of the mother I knew. I would get to the front door and stare. The pull I have felt for as long as I could r

#HowTo Have ChildLike Faith

One of the hardest things to experience in life is deception. Deception has many faces and intentions, but do you know one major thing that all deception does? Deception erases. Deception erases the truth, it erases identity, it erases reality. If you Google “to be deceived,” you will read, “To be deceived is to be misled or tricked into believing something that is not true, often due to a false impression or a lie. It involves being caused to believe something false, which c

How to Love Yourself!

So this is a poet’s prayer. Hear me roar through the metaphors. For who I was is never again, and who I am is forever more.

Life is just a game of tennis; what you serve is what you get. It was a glorious morning playing tennis with my husband and children. I was growing exhausted chasing the tennis ball to each corner of the court. Afraid to give up, I stretched my body and swung as hard as possible, hitting the ball out of the court and into the grass a few meters away. It was then that I felt a release. In my mind, I wasn’t playing against my husband; I was playing against myself, and I was aim

This is a letter I wrote for the woman I believe is my birth mother—on her birthday. It’s full of hope, honesty, and the ache of years apart

How many times have you asked, “Why me?” How many times have you questioned your circumstances, “How much longer?”

She took a step back, looked me up and down, and with a curled, aggressive sneer said, “You ain’t even my child!”

A Late Discovery Adoptee (LDA) is a person who discovers they are adopted or raised by someone other than their biological parents late.

A truth, a voice for anyone who’s ever felt like the sheet, tucked into someone else’s version of love, but never quite covered.

(A short story of a mother’s heart and a sister’s bond)