Articles by Claudia Corrigan DArcy

My Conflicts in AmericaAdopts and CandadAdopts

I am already well trained to ignore the lovely smiling photos of hopeful couples waiting to adopt. There are many of them, so lots of glancing about for me, trying to find a safe place to rest my eyes. I scan for copy, rather than cheesy grins, and pass over the glorified bios that shout “Pick me, Pick me!”. It’s all bright and shiny. Everyone is happy with their best face forward. Why? Because America Adopts is NOT an adoption agency, it’s an “adoption meeting place”. Whaaaat…? Yup, think dating site, but for knocked up chicks thinking about adoption!


Nominations Open for CCAI’s “Angels in Adoption” Awards

Perhaps it can be considered our own fault that past recipients of the Angels in Adoption Awards are NOT people from our part of AdoptionLand. I think we should change that. At least we will have more cause to complain if we are actually nominating people that WE think make a difference, rather than watching and grumbling when some other celebrity adoption makes more news.




A Surprising Perspective On Adoption

I have remain fairly consistent in my approach from the get go. I am not a terribly confrontational person, nor I am into being all angry. That’s just my way. It doesn’t mean I do not get angry, but I prefer to communicate in a fashion that makes it easy to see beyond my anger. There are those who feel and function much the way I do, and those who don’t. I am not going to tell people that they must do it my way. But I happen to feel that the less angry approach is WHAT GETS HEARD.



A Tale of an AdoptionLand Battle

I have a little bedtime story to tell you my friends. Some of you shared the moments leading up to this, actual, fairy tale ending a you had been participating during the creation of it. Many of you have a part in making it become a happy ending, and that’s why this story gets it own post. If you have been with me up to that point, please feel free to skip down, but don’t go! Our story is NOT over yet! And it’s worth it, I promise! There is a VERY happy ending!!


Where I Must Be Humbled and Poor

The Adoptee Rights plan has been for the last year that my whole family would go to the 6th annual Adoptee Rights Coalition’s national demonstration in Atlanta this year. I have tried to remain hopeful. I have put my faith in the universe that something would work out, but we are looking at a little more than month away and I finally had to say to Rye last week.. Atlanta isn’t looking like reality.



Creating Adoption Change Along Unlikely Paths

I just willingly did the “Adoption Perspectives” show on “Powerful” Christian talk radio with two adoptive mothers. Sounds like I spent a lot of time deflecting stereotypes and horrible comments, You would think I spent an hour defending my right to be considered a mother? Not even once it was basically a love fest. As in, there was this crazy mutual agreement. I didn’t censor my words once. I didn’t hold back any opinion. And there was not one disagreement at all. Not. One. How in God’s name did this happen?


Voices Needed in DC 6-20-2013!

“Would the adoption advocates PLEASE come out in full force in DC tomorrow at the surrogacy hearing. Please, we need to hear from you!”
What: TESTIFY Judiciary and Public Safety: Bill 20-32, the Surrogacy Parenting Agreement Act of 2013
When: Thursday, June 20, 2013 at 11:30AM
Where: Council of the District of Columbia- Room 412; 1350 Pennsylvania Avenue, N.W. Washington, D.C. 20004


Shameful Sisterhood: Advanced Birthmother Shaming 201

To each and every one of us who has known the pain of empty arms, I am sorry that you have been hurt in this way by the adoption industry, but let us keep focus on those who have hurt us, the adoption industry, not those who suffered the same fate. Yes, you have your own feelings, your own story, your own truth and your own beliefs. They are yours, they have a place and you have a right to share them. However, we cannot dilute the strength of one, but should add to it. We should not be screaming to be heard, but taking turns lifting each other up in support. We should not be angry when another’s views are different, but understand that each mother has different resting places along the journey. We should not begrudge mother who chooses to use different tools or uses different language especially when we have the same common goals, a share vision.


FlipsAudio: Crazy Cool Headphones and Serious Speakers

So I plug them in and find some music. Obviously, from the picture, you can see these are not little ear buds. Think more of the Bose super silent on the Concord crazy lux headphones look. Think little cushions of heavenly love upon your ears. Like sweet lobe hugs.
And then, if that’s not good enough for headphones, they flip out and become speakers. Like decent loud speakers that have an internal battery and can crank out tunes from my iPhone at the beach. Or in the backyard. Or when I am gardening. Did I mention they were cool? Did I explain how they sounded good?


Better Than a Caldecott, Always Wild Thing

I took him with me down this wild path, whether he knew it or not. Maurice Sendak was my talisman, my touch stone, a link back to my younger pre adoption self. That girl with dreams, with hopes, with a soul that was not fractured by loss. The girl who did not hold sadness in her eyes. Where the Wild Things Are was my connection to my son, the baby I left behind, my Wild Thing. And of course, both the art of Maurice Sendak and, especially, Where the Wild Things Are provide much of the visual direction and design of this blog.


Birthmother’s Nightmares

Every time there is an unspeakable tragedy on the news, a tornado, a building collapse, a fire, a school shooting; birthmothers across the country who think their child might have physical ties to that place, worry. We worry because we do not know and many have no way of finding out. If something terrible would happen, I would wait and wonder forever. Maybe my child did get hurt during hurt Boston marathon bombings? I would never know.