NAM/NAAM Day 27: Turkey, Unthankfulness, and Poetry

Finally, I re-worked my Day 23, Brief Thoughts on Adoptee Displacement, into a poem, which I will send out next week to an online publication I am pretty sure will publish it right away. I need to fix a word that just doesn’t get it yet. So, I’ve now written 6 adoption poems, something I swore I would never do. If this one is published, I’ll post the link. You can read Pruning the Family Treel on Tangled Locks. Continue Reading →

NAM/NAAM2025 Day 23. Brief Thoughts on Adoptee Displacement

The displacement for me is the acrobatics of adoption,. The handsprings, the way our identities, our histories, our origin, ourselves are tossed into the air, twisted and turned. The tightwire we walk between our adoptee reality and our forced pretense. What the rest of the world sees and believes cluelessly and what we know intimately Continue Reading →

NAM/NAAM Day 20: NAM/NAAM is Eating my Brain

Here we are, November 20, 2025, and nearly 2/3 through NAM/NAAM.  It’s the middle of the night, and I have nothing to say…writing every day about adoption and its adjacents is a killer. And, so limiting. I want to jump out the window, but we live in a 1-storey house, and I could only crawl out the window, if I could get it open Continue Reading →