Adoption
Brown Eyes Can I confide in you about a hesitancy that shadows me? Let me…
Note from Author Hello readers. This writing is basically a paper lifted from my Master of…
I recently watched the new Netflix documentary White Hot: The Rise and Fall of Abercrombie…
My name is Miguel Jones, and I am an adoptee from the province of Hà…
A stolen life. Tossed away, or thrown. Way out, of my very first home. A…
After Yang presents a techno fueled future musing on family, surveillance, and consciousness. The film…
I must have seen at least one expectant mother by the time I was eight,…
I read a quote on Instagram this week. It said something like: When people say…
I was fascinated by the way she would take off and run. The wooden screen…
What did Virgo’s stars portend? A prophecy of place and time, a raison d’être. On…
while shopping for toys & stuffed horses for our young nieces, we come across a…
Before I was born the erasure of my origins was imprinted in my genes the…
In June 1989 my adoptive mom died about three weeks after suffering a debilitating stroke.…
As protests continue around the country after the brutal killing of George Floyd, we are no…
Twelve years old, Summer 2004 “Do you ever think about your real parents?” Summer had…