Musings of the Lame; An Adoption Blog

I think it is time.

And hello you. Yes, summer is upon us, and for me at least, that means lots of money, lots of free time, and an ever-present nagging sensation to get out of the house. So an idea pop’s into mine head. I want to come visit. It’s been a long enough wait for me, so I’m sure it’s been a long enough wait for you. So… yeah. When’s a good time?…


How Can You Love Someone You Don’t Know?

How Can an Adoptee Love their Birth Family? You hear this allot in regard to adoption, usually when an adoptee is faced with reunion. How can they feel this way? Their family of origin is made of strangers. They don’t know them. It is not a reunion for them..they have no memory, they have no previous contact, all it is is shared genes and one act of their life: birth….


Woodstock Homecoming

When I left my childhood home of Long Island, I was neck deep in being a “Deadhead/Hippy/RainbowFamily” kind of girl. Yeah, I still had my goth chick roots, so always partial to blacks, but I long lost count of Dead shows I had been to, camping in the middle of nowhere with 2000 other freaks with just a hole to dig for the potty was heaven, and Guatamala meant fine…


Gotcha!

You say “Gotcha” and my mind races back to those days;with no regard to what it might be like, was like, is like. There is no room in the word “gotcha” for me. And while I can understand the feelings of joy my son’s parents had; heck, I comforted myself with the fantasy of what it was like for them..to balance it out, to give the pain some meaning, some purpose besides myself; I like to think that they did think of me..wondered too..if I was sad and feeling alone, empty. Like I thought of them..full of joy..loving my child.



Derailed by Disgusted

Disgusted said… I have read your blog with a mix of anger and interest. I find it boggling that you would be at peace with your decision to place your child for better than fourteen years until someone online changed your mind. Well then you have not read too well. It was not SOMEONE online, but a completely different viewpoint and new understanding and facts about adoption that I had…


No More Sarahs

To me there is a line. It doesn’t matter to me where you are when you are above (or below even) the line. You can be the most militant abolish adoption and hate it in all forms. You can be someone just struggling though. You can think that it worked out good for you personally. You can want reform, call yourself a first mom, an birthmom if you want. You can be in CUB, be in OriginsUSA, joined the social workers guild based on your experience, speak at conferences. I can’t judge that, that is YOUR truth. WE all fit somewhere..and does it matter exactly where you are on your journey?


The 50 gallon Penis toy.

So..our hotwater heater has been leaking.First just a little damp spot, them a bit bigger of a puddle. Not so good when you are trying to sell your house (which no one has been biting as it is…feeling like I shall not be going anywhere ..which is FINE really) Anyway..so after like a week I mention it to Rye, who concures that Yes, we have an issue. He claims he…


Holding Patterns in Adoption Reunions: Waiting

don’t you just want to TOUCH him???? i don’t know how you contain yourself. My dear IRL friend KT ( Hi!!!) wrote this to me in a meassge. Regarding Max, of course. And the anwser is a wholehearted YES!!!! Truthfully, I am dying to. I don’t know how I contain myself either. It will be two years in July that I have known where he is. Oh to resist the…



Things That Bite When You Are a Birth Mother

I have been having a very detailed online and private discussion with an adult adoptee about regarding, amoung other things, whether or not using hindsite to battle the “If Onlys” is a accuate and realitic way for a mother of loss to look back on her experience. Part of the discussion kind of revolves around IF a woman does not have the resources to parent the first child..then how does…


Lobby day II: The Return to the Halls

I had to get gas and at the gas station, I realized that my bank card was in my denim jacket pocket. I was, of course, wearing my nice brown blazer since I was on my way to Lobby. Killed the timing, which would have been ok before that, but oh well…I was meeting with three others in my group, and I knew where to go this time, so I…


Whoa….Lawsuits Against my Adoption Agency

Thank you to whomever was doing a search on my old agency..with your Google search I found the interesting news… Jury awards adoptive parents $409,000 The couple claimed that Elizabeth Quackenbush, the late founder of Adoptions With Love, lied about the circumstances of their sons’ birth at St. Mary’s Medical Center in 1991. They were told the birth mother, while heavyset, was from a “Fortune 400” family and had an…


Wake Up Time

Picture this… It’s Friday afternoon and I get in my car ready for work. I have a new really cute denim jacket that I love, my hair is feeling alittle crazy, the sun is lamost shining, and I feel pretty good. So I go to make my 17 minute commute, and pop on Tom Petty’s Wildflowers..one of my favorite CDs and blast it. Now I adore Tom. Saw him live…


Another reason to LOVE Liz Phair

PHAIR’S ADOPTION FEARS 2006-05-17 22:32:40 – Singer LIZ PHAIR is terrified by all the adoptions taking place, insisting the process “screws up” children. The ROCKET BOY singer, who is adopted herself, is concerned that a baby forms strong bond with the natural mother, which could be emotionally damaging to the child when it is put up for adoption. She explains, “I don’t think you can be adopted without being a…