It’s been a long time in my mind’s eye but I finally took the plunge…as one of my newly found beautiful sisters said..I’m now an Ink girl!! So the time has come to take a deep breath and put my big girl pants on…and possibly arm myself with a couple of Tena Ladies? Why now? […]
Been a while I know….So I am counting the days to reuniting again with my BF siblings..along with various cousins , uncles and children all related to me and my daughter by DNA… Biology is a strange thing…..on the surface I don’t feel any different than any other daughter, wife, mother adopted sister or otherwise….but […]
This is a bizarre post to write….but needs writing…So only a handful of folk have penned a review for my book.Thats absolutely fine as I wrote it for myself and not for reviews. As it’s the story of my life it needs no apology or edits. “I am what I am” as they say. However […]
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A lovely follower on Twitter , a prospective adopter, recently asked if they could pick my brains…Realising my perspective came from two directions as both adoptee and adopter I guess I can offer some insight fairly unique to the process of adoption. It really is a mine-field so I was more than happy to be […]
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