How Misfortune Saved My Life

I was groomed at an early age to see any kind of human hurt (mental, physical, emotional) as a sign of weakness, unless of course it was my former mother who was having one of her many “munchhausen” episodes, expecting our full sympathetic attention.  I was taught at a young age to shake things off, …

Did You Know We Glow

We are unknowingly beams of light, all the way down to the atomic makeup of the entire human system. Scientifically there is a natural occurring phenomenon inside of us called bioluminescence which is the biochemical emission of light emitted by the body (like a firefly).  In humans it is 1,000 times less intensive than that of …

National Adoption Awareness Month ~ Behind Closed Doors

I was adopted into a generational abusive dysfunctional family, having a narcissist for a mother & an enabler as a father.   Each one of their 3 adopted children were groomed & designed to play out of the roles designated by the monarch.  We unknowingly & willingly took turns throughout our lives in a triangulation of the golden …

November Is Adoption Awareness Month ~ My Biological Father Jack & The Gift In The Wake Of His Death

I was reunited with my biological father jack (who lived in the State of Washington) back in 2000 via snail mail, phone calls, email & eventually facebook 2 years after I legally opened my adoption file back in 1998.  My initial response to the lack of reception was heartache & disappointment that nobody showed interest …

Season Of The Scorpio

WELCOME TO THE SEASON OF THE SCORPIO ( can you hear the sounds of my crackly witchy laugh).  I have been antipating all year long this journey back to my beloved sign for an over all reboot.  I suggest you buckle it up buttercups for a lengthy ride through the belly of the underworld & these even more mysterious uncertain …

The Invisible Grief & Loss Of Adoption

I never once was taught from the early age of my adoption how to mourn & grieve my first initial loss that ended up effecting my entire life. I think because we are babies, the world around us was incapable of understanding the dynamics of this replacement mother/baby switch, believing we as children didn’t have anything to grieve.  Adoptees are looked upon as a blessing in someones else’s life, while our own personal trauma from it goes unnoticed, ignored or dismissed, acting as if this loss never happened to us.