MEOW!!!!!! The baby box company is NOT in the child placing business, nor should it be. It is not an adoption agency. It is not an adoption law firm. It does not include a licensed social worker on staff. It does not perform home studies. What in the world would qualify it for such a serious task? Continue Reading →
Anyway, I knew what I was going to write about–a response to comments posted on a certain political enemy’s Facebook page. My response was pretty short and simple but would qualify as a blog post. I went over to the FB page, cut and pasted what I needed, and wrote. It didn’t take long. An hour or so later I returned to FB to get the link and–guess what! The post was gone. Continue Reading →
I have reached the nadir of NAM/NAAM/NanoPoblano. I have nothing to say. No. I take that back. I do have something to say, but time is running short this Saturday night. I have no idea what I did today, but eat too much and play around with setting up my Mastadon account. Although I plan stay on Twitter, it doesn’t hurt to get another forum going. I had huge plans for the day, and now it’s gone. Yikes! Did I have a black-out? I don’t think so…Here is what I plan to write about next week: Continue Reading →
Maybe someday I’ll write a little memoir about the good old tough-and-tumble days on the alt hierarchies in the 1990s. No moderation, no control. Trolling was a fine art. Jobs were lost, marriages destroyed, cops were called. alt.adoption was called the “meanest newsgroup in town. We didn’t take prisoner, and it’s where Bastard Nation and the 2nd wave of the adoptee rights movement was born. Continue Reading →
Under Oklahoma’s traditional safe haven law, babies up to 30 days of age can be dropped off. Mrs. Kelsey, seems to imply in the article, though, that that age restriction isn’t adequate. Does she mean that parents need more than 30 days to decide if parenting is “right” for them? That safe haven laws pressure parents to decide early? I dunno. I’m old, and I remember when drive-by parenting was discouraged. Unthinkable. Condemned. Continue Reading →
For once I am not writing about National Adoption Month. (I am so sick of it!) This is the third poem in Grief Cycle I wrote in March. Today is Soier’s birthday. Continue Reading →
I really would like you to go over to SSHBBN and look around and make some comments if you have a few minutes. It’s the only page in the entire world (seriously! like it. I know this sounds mercenary and pretentious. I Continue Reading →
Not surprisingly, legislators and promoters have caught on. In a move to make their baby-dumping contraption more acceptable or at least less susceptible to public scrutiny and discomfort, alternative names for the devices have been invented to push them through the gate. Evasive names that sound vague, and softer, and tone down the image of the medieval baby wheel in the church wall and the contemporary box in the firehouse wall that resembles a gloomy night depository at a bank. Continue Reading →
Where’s the gala? I started to worry. Did the gala actually happen? Did Kirk Cameron’s plane crash? (We would have heard about that). Did his SHBB check bounce? Like one of those horrible stories you read about where nobody shows up to a birthday party, did everyone stay home to watch Svengoolie? I looked at FB pages of people and organizations connected to SHBB, but zilch. Then I got egotistical. They don’t me to see them. Meow! that’s silly, of course. Maybe they have a secret dedicated FB page for special people. Maybe they are putting together a video. Maybe they are drunk. Maybe they are just lazy. Continue Reading →
I have never made it a secret that I hate legislation. I loathe it. I love politics, but legislation can go to the dogs. I’m not very good at it either. Too many tricks of the trade, I’ve never “gotten.” I wish there were a board of experts I could leave it to, and do my own thing via the movement. Continue Reading →