ntil 1980 when I read BJ Lifton’s Lost and Found I felt like I’d been dropped out of the sky like Clark Kent, only without his super powers.I knew I had a “mother” out there somewhere who for some reason couldn’t “take care of me.” I pictured her as a no-nonsense business woman in a brown suit. I have no idea where that came from except the idea revealed itself shortly after I watched Katherine Hepburn inDesk Set....more
Welcome to National Adoption Awareness Month
It's that special time of year again when adoptees young and old, are objectified, commodified, homogenized and monetized by the media, the adoption industry and its special- interest hangers-on-- consumers, lobbyists, politicians, anti-aborts, evangelicals, white saviors, neo-colonialists, social engineers, nation builders, and kitchen table entrepreneurs--rallying 'round the flag chanting their good works.
I am the same age as my mother when she gave birth to me. Twenty-four years and some-odd months later, I still know so much less about her than I wish.
She was a nurse, engaged to my cop father, with curly brown hair and a petite stature. According to the medical history provided to my adoptive family, she was the middle child of twelve, while he was the baby of four. The file listed only the basic information of health, appearance, and history. No identifiers. No mistakes....more
November is National Adoption Awareness Month. Last week and still into this week, the Internet saw an influx of posts by waiting families, adoptive parents, birth parents, adoptees, social workers and agencies talking about their feelings and events regarding the "celebration." While originating as a week to bring awareness to children in foster care in the United States, it was promoted to a month in 1995.