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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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What I Leave For My Children

How grateful to be part of this tapestry one small thread that remains after death May it reflect love well may it be a story to tell...

62 Degrees in a Minnesotan April

62 degrees and I'm not thinking of my memories Now all I feel is a warm breeze after a winter freeze and the birds in the trees The blue...

In Gratitude of Life

Thank you for the clouds and the air and the breaths that it bears Thank you for the rivers and the trees and the strength that they see...

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...

Childlike

Silence with closed eyes Leads to a memory of violence I sit until I need you again The safe hands of a friend Standing in the shower...

Circling

That winter when the snow didn't seem to stop. Pushing from the sky and concealing the ground in layers, we had each other. You can't...

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...

Pain Within, Joy Without

I sit, holding myself Trying to comfort and find hope to soothe the pain out of me Pain and joy erupt from deep inside enveloping waves...

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.

Let Them Leave

All the reasons in the world won't change the truth.

Stay True

The best way to find the true is understanding what is false.

Stand

Do not underestimate the power and strength of love. Of God's love for you.

What I Went Looking For

What happens when don't find what we're looking for? Here's to our messes, may they be beautiful and powerful.

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