As therapeutic as writing has always been for me, sometimes if I don’t write about it, I can pretend it’s not happening.
But I have so much. I am grateful for so many things, and people, and beauty in my life.
I am working at an adoption fair tonight; I really enjoy working with couples seeking to adopt. I’m an adoptee myself. I understand their hope, fear and frustration, even if it is different for me.
I want to help them find their little babies, and I love to envision a happy life ahead for all.
I was adopted at six months old, and in foster care before that. This is one of the first pictures ever taken of me, once I’d gotten home. My parents say I didn’t cry or complain at all.
Guess I saved it all up for now!
The Never Normal 