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Writing Until It Makes Sense


A mix of creative writing and reflective pieces on topics like family, identity, adoption, and race.

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"But she's not Black!"
I overheard my White adopted mother proclaim to my White stepfather after a visit from "concerned' neighbors because they saw a Black kid running around the neighborhood.

Today is June 21st, 2023, it's the summer solstice here in the northern hemisphere. 32 years ago, my 42-year-old adopted mother died in a nursing home that overlooked a church.

It starts out so simple and the first face you see you can't really see, you more sense them. And they usually weep at the joy and miracle that is a child. But for you, they cry because they know that this is just not what they want.

At my suburban school, the White kids would ask me "What are you?" confused that my skin came with the White language in a White community. And a pain in my chest would open up and threaten to swallow me whole. Adopted as an infant I had no real information about my biological parents except my biological mom was White and my biological father was Black, and even that information wasn't certain.

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Temporary Displacement

I like the not-quietness of airports. Standing in the gap with those going from here to there. Pre 9/11 my friends and I would go and sit...

Strawberry Sagittarius Moon

Tonight, this morning, or however you want to describe the time of day when you haven't gone to bed yet but the moon is setting and the...

The Path Before Me

There are people who, after a pivotal event or through some internal insight, make drastic changes in their lives. As though one day...

Going Back to the Beginning

Originally this blog was private and just for myself. It was my spiritual outlet to work out what I believed and what I didn't as I began...

Piecing Together

It started with crying. At least that is my first conscious memory, the terror I felt when trying to go to sleep as a toddler. Nap times...

Cycles of Light

Earlier this month, I had a phase. One I'm deeply familiar with, where focus becomes almost impossible, and the effort to do so taxed me....

A Death, a Hallway, and a Solstice

Today is June 21st, 2023, it's the summer solstice here in the northern hemisphere. 32 years ago, my 42-year-old adopted mother died in a...

Thoughts About Writing

As I've started putting my writing out there I have noticed how critical I can be. And how uncomfortable it is asking for followers,...

The Story of My Adoption Story

For someone who writes others' adoption stories mine is significantly absent. This is because, like many adoptees, I struggle with...

Make of It What You Will

"But she's not Black!" I overheard my White adopted mother proclaim to my White stepfather after a visit from "concerned' neighbors...

Aspiring Not Striving

The shift from striving into aspiring seems subtle in words but is large in impact.

Identity

What does identity mean and what purpose does it serve? I keep thinking of the identities we give ourselves and the ones others give to...

Rejection

Rejection brings about fear, shame, and self-doubt. Let's learn how to move through those feelings.

Pain

Pain isn't bad, as long as you don't hide or ignore it.

Every Mistake

We can stop holding ourselves and other hostage for mistakes made. Accept grace.

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