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Sages & Pages

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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A piece reflecting on race and definition of self.

A prose piece on my adoptive mother's passing.

A prose piece on childhood, motherhood, and well, responsibility.

A prose piece about life, death, and what happens in between.

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Newest Additions

A little reflective writing based on a day that made previous days make more sense.

Part reflection, part prose piece about finding comfort in sadness.

A poem about loving a heart made complicated by life. So, you know, everyone's.

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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.


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

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