I am a transracial adoptee, black and white is my racial mixture. Growing up in a rural community over 50 years ago, I saw prejudice; I heard discriminatory words. My situation was even a bit more complicated because until I was 21 years old I did not know my father’s racial background. As a child, when I would think about if I was black, thoughts like this would cross my mind: “Would my family still love me?”, or even worse, “would they still WANT me? I never told anyone abo

Did transracial adoption define part of my identity? Yes it did. When people ask me about being a transracial adoptee, I have a long, deep story to tell. Some of my story is absolutely beautiful. Some of it is trauma, and misunderstandings from people. In 1967 no one talked about adoption the way it is talked about now. There was no education. No one talked to my birth-Mom when she released me from her physical body, and placed me for adoption. There were no social workers/c

I often talk about loving yourself. YOU! I talk about this, because I need to remind myself, to LOVE MYSELF. I personally think we are born from pure love, but somehow as we continue to be with other humans we start to doubt love, and question our worth. Possibly, some of us get hit harder with these lessons than others. I believe as we move through life, we are always moving toward finding true love within ourselves, the love we were born with. Love started by giving me a ch