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My children are adopted. My son is not the same color as me. His birthparent’s were not the same color as each other. He is the perfect color of blended love. … More Labels

Dead Man Walking

Those three words freak me out. The phrase used in a prison to announce the death row inmate’s walk to the execution chamber.   If you’re old enough, this may bring to mind a soulful Sean Penn advancing down a cold, grey hall while Susan Sarandon, as the dedicated nun, grieves. At work years ago, I … More Dead Man Walking

peace is sticky

7 x 7 How many times?   49?   He can not be serious! It has been years.   Whatever the road – east or west, curvy or straight, sloped or flat. It is exhausting. The scenery differs, but the hard thump heralding the atomic destination feels identical. Painful.  Sorrow filled.  Anger fueled. I’m so tired. … More peace is sticky