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Mother Love

by Laura L. Engel When I was a teenager in the 1960s, I would bluntly announce to anyone who would listen that I wasn’t going to have children. I was going to move to New… 

Mothering Ourselves

by Joanne Bagshaw, PhD, LCPC The last time I spoke with my adoptive mother was on my birthday five years ago. Surprised to see her number on my phone, I cautiously yet hopefully answered. After… 

Relinquish(ed)

by Aimee Sones For quite some time I’ve had this idea to make a neon sign that spells relinquish(ed), where the (ed) blinks on and off. As a hypervigilant adoptee, for much of my life,… 

Letting Go and Moving Forward

by Kathleen Kirstein I describe being a late-discovery adoptee as having lived my life in the grooves of a vinyl record. My hand guides the needle onto the record as it plays pitch-perfect music. Winning… 

Herstories, Histories, and Hidden Stories

  by Taya Reed   There are stories written in ink.And there are stories written in the body.I came with paperwork.A decree.A new birth certificate.A file sealed and placed somewhere official.On paper, my story looks… 

Languages of Love & Loss: What’s Written in My Bones

By Dr. Liz DeBettaFebruary is my birth month. It’s also the month when Valentine’s Day is celebrated, which also happens to be the birthday of my oldest niece. It is a month dedicated to the… 

New Year’s Intentions and Integration

by Jessica BostonEach year, I experience the holidays as a season of buzzing excitement, Hollywood-like nostalgia, and a bit of chaos thrown in for good measure. I navigate big feelings, endless plans, and at the… 

Reflections and Revelations

By Kathleen Shea KirsteinThe telephone cord is so short that I feel trapped in a 3-foot space. I can’t pace, which is what I want to be doing—anything to dispel this adrenaline circulating through my…