Yesterday, I was minding my own business on the flight from Chicago to Sacramento. I’m engrossed in my book, Voices of Protest: Huey Long, Father Coughlin & the Great Depression. (Trust me. I escape from AdoptionLand’s dysfunctional family circus as often as I can. Besides, I’m using the book as a lesson plan in how to become a demogoue).

So, I m reading and ever so gently the conversation from the row in front of me wafts back. I’m not evesdropping. But…


No, that can’t be!

I hope they are talking about adoption of the new school curriculum, or doggie adoption. Anything but the dreaded A word.

Again: ” adoption”

Then “relinquishment”

More “adoption.”

Then the baleful “birthmother.”

More “adoption.”

When we get off the plane I take a closer at the three women in front of me They seem vaguely familiar. I think they’re from CUB, and they are obviously in Sacramento or the AAC.

No matter where I am, what I’m doing it, I am stalked. By adoption. Make it stop!


  1. Yes, it’s everywhere. I was shopping at Target and overheard a women on her cell phone talking about a girl finding her sister on Facebook and wanting to go meet her. I wish I could have heard “the rest of the story.”

  2. You want to come hide with me in the mountains, BD? I figure if I leave the TV off, don’t read the newspaper and only go to the store when I need to stock up, I can avoid most of it. Sometimes, I see adoption as an ocean and I am in a leaky boat.

  3. In the course of following the Silsby drama, I have begun reading a number of adoption related blogs. I was completely floored to learn of the things going on out there. While there are times where adoption is completely appropriate and wonderful, that doesn’t seem to be the standard. I have read so many different ways that have been used to procure kids for export. It is beyond shameful. That the US has essentially aided and abetted these practices is an outrage. There are so many children who are just used for the purposes of others, with no thought given to their needs or wants.

    Marley, I don’t know how you deal with this on a daily basis. But, it takes the work of people like you to get the word out there and educate people about what is really going on. Keep up the good fight.

  4. Make it stop?

    Tell Niagara Falls to stop flowing.

    It’s everywhere.

    We could start by trying to educate people that they ought to have kids between 18 and 30. All this concern for the orphans of the world stems from people who have trouble conceiving. Ever heard of an 18- or 22-year-old who has a fertility problem? I’m sure some do.

    But few.

  5. Kitta here:

    BD, yes it is everywhere.

    Even when it is good, anymore, I don’t really want to hear about it when I am on vacation.

    Last summer, my husband and I sat next to a woman on a plane who was returning from a visit with her re-united family. She chatted about her family.

    We listened, and smiled. We never let on what we knew, or that we had been through it also.

    She probably thought we were really strange or ignorant…oh,, well.

    sometimes silence is golden.

  6. yes silence is golden and those who wanted mother’s to be silent agree 100% that we should just keep on being silent!

    Till somebody dies preferably the bad mother who was led to the slaughter by the social worker

    just trying to find
    a baby for a home!

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