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I sent Nora a message, asking for her address: “We want to send you a Christmas card!” And she wrote back, and she sent me a friendly message—and her new address. So, yes – please be in contact! And I...
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Cricket’s birthday is tomorrow. By an unfortunate coincidence, my mother is having our Christmas tree delivered tomorrow; I asked whether we might be able to just jam it in the stand and save the...
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The schooling highlight from last week was definitely Joey making Cricket a birthday card. I cut and folded construction paper, wrote “Happy Birthday from Joey” inside, and then gave the Toot some...
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Cricket’s birthday was a better one for us than the same day last year. Nora let us know that she’s sent a photobook (first in two years! We’re pretty excited), Ruth sent a picture of him enjoying the...
View ArticleBraced Against the Wind
We last saw Cricket in April, and the visit was not a success. Cricket was frantic if anyone paid attention to Joey, and had come to the conclusion that negative attention was good enough, so kept...
View ArticleDon’t Ask, Don’t Ask
Weeks ago now—shockingly, just before I abruptly stopped updating the blog—Ruth asked me over Facebook chat whether I regret the adoption, saying that she suspects that I do. What do you say to that? I...
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Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; as snug as a gun. —Seamus Heaney, “Digging” I didn’t mean to be cryptic before; I just didn’t want to get into it before I really had a chance to dig...
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Hi Susie! I’m gonna go right out and say what I think pretty bluntly, so excuse my frankness. As an adoptee, I would suggest future visits (or at least the next 1 or 2) be *without* your other...
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It’s that graceful and pithy titling style that has gotten me where I am today, I tell you what. Perhaps naively, I imagine the relationships working differently when the kids have grown up. Part of...
View ArticlePicking at Why
So part of what’s going on is my inability to claim Cricket—I remember really early on, when Ruth corrected me, telling me to call Cricket “our son” rather than “your son,” thinking If he was our son,...
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Right now, we have no visit scheduled; our agreement calls for one visit per year, but I would not be shocked if there was no 2013 visit. Therefore, while I am still open to thinking about how to...
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I keep thinking about homeschooling Joey. It’s too early to make a real decision, of course, although I would have to decide somewhat in advance in order to have time to make my case to the Mister, who...
View ArticleOpen Adoption Roundtable #42
The Open Adoption Roundtable is a series of occasional writing prompts about open adoption. It’s designed to showcase of the diversity of thought and experience in the open adoption community. You...
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A wild list post appears! My sister Tammy is visiting us this week! She and her husband own a small bakery on the other coast, so we mostly never see them anymore. I get nervous about cooking while...
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Anything with buttons just wants to break. —My sister Tammy I don’t know whether you’ve heard of resistentialism, but I was quite taken with the philosophy as a teenager. Put briefly,...
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I’m not really a jewelry person. I wear my wedding ring and three small silver hoops in my right ear; that’s really it. I have a few pieces of nice jewelry that sit in cases in my closet, and I think...
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I’m terrible at making friends. I mean really lousy; the other day, I said to Mr. Book, “I am so desperate to make friends with another mom from the moms’ group that I worry about freaking them out.”...
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