I’m just not ready to say goodbyeThe sun’s shining in bright blue skyThe tree blossom showing , all flowers in bloomBirds singing, as if I’m rhyme I’m just not ready, it’s not your time My heart is breaking as you gaze at my face Stop the clocks , it feels like a raceYour breathing and […]
Once there were two women
Who never knew each other.
One you do not remember,
The other you call mother.
After a manic weekend of fun and family, I am now reflecting on many aspects of my life that make me the person I am today. Having developed a strong solid connection with my long lost half sister, a bond even both of us are amazed is so deep so quickly. It is exactly as […]
At last my labour of love has come to life in a glossy covered paperback! Can hardly believe it after so long I hope you will grab a copy and re-live my journey as told in this blog. In one handy hold-able book you get to walk and ride with me as my journey unfolds […]
Ok so its been a while and I make no apology.. I’ve been super busy. Turning round on a spot for too long and made some decisions in my life at last. A cross roads? More like a huge pot hole in the road blocking my path like a gaping abyss. BUT I am rising above […]
Attempting to survive my late-discovery adoption and the two tiny humans I created with humor, honesty, and weekly therapy sessions.
A Place the Soul Can Confront, Reflect and Embrace all that they are.
No matter our ethnic make-up, social classification, marital status or religious beliefs, whether you are a parenting mother, bereaved mother, married mother, divorced mother, single mother, step mother, adoptive mother, birth mother, foster mother, or a widowed mother, this blog is to support all mothers and the reproductive choices women make.
If I dont make you uncomfortable, than I've failed.
Black Sheep - My Adoption Journey - Muses & Memories
Gastradamus is my name, and Gassy Topics are my game!
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
In a different light: my view of the world.
Our lives are the sum of all the choices we make, the bridges we cross, and the ones we burn.
