Whether cliché or heartfelt, we often speak or hear of the adoptee search as being a “journey”, implying a destination. I’ve often said that the journey replaces the destination, but recently for reasons having simply to do with sheer mortality, I find myself a bit more desperate to know family, to know origins. Perhaps this […]
The Trafficking Protocol defines human trafficking as: […] the recruitment, transportation, transfer, harbouring or receipt of persons, by means of the threat or use of force or other forms of coercion, of abduction, of fraud, of deception, of the abuse of power or of a position of vulnerability or of the giving or receiving of […]
We’ve already discussed food analogies that are used as metaphors for interracial adoption; we’ve discussed how pet adoption is similar to human adoption. Now it’s time to talk about metaphorical comparisons to animals used to “help” the transracially adopted child [link]: Despite the grumblings and protests of the other animals, Baby Brown Bear learns family […]
Do/have the major “birthday” milestones pose/d any particular issues for you? How did you deal with/resolve/overcome them?
Growing up in a state with the nickname “Cancer Alley” kind of attuned me to environmental issues, especially as I witnessed what were primarily corn and tomato fields, along with dairy farms and apple orchards, give way to encroaching suburbia and exurban/industrial development. I remember when I was a kid my father coming home and […]
For those who have searched for their birth families and had to have The Talk with their adoptive families, what did you say? What did your parents say? This is not imminent for me. I’m just very curious.
I simply wish to pose the question: what links of solidarity do you discern regarding prejudice against the adopted and the incarcerated? By this, I do not intend to imply that a most adequate way to understand adoption occurs if we think about it in a metaphorical or literal way as a prison, though such […]
When mothers left babies at London’s Foundling Hospital in the mid-18th century, the Hospital often retained a small token as a means of identification, usually a piece of fabric. Each scrap of material reflects the life of a single infant and that of its absent parent. So reads the description of an exhibition of such […]