Adoption Is Trauma. Part 2.

1972. I’m sitting on the padded peeling black leather seat, bumping up and down in the little yellow school…

On that which starts and ends in the womb

I levitated up from the examination table and kissed the…

What If You Had Died At 15?

The lie is that a life is ever finished.

Ripples in the Sand

Escaping missiles and myths in the Middle East helped me explore my shortcomings

Why the South is worth your time.

Tennessee and North Carolina need you in, not out.

Navigating My Health Anxiety

Racing hearts and racing minds can make the shadows difficult to overcome. Been there?