Inspired by a ring and a stone… here’s a story for you…. CVL Pitts married Isabella Hencher. Both were born in 1848 and are my great grandparents. They lived in upstate NY. Any other info would be greatly appreciated. Oh I have information for you! Charles V.L. Pitts lived in Kingston NY. He was a Jeweler who had a store .. C.V.L Pitts and Sons @314 Wall Street in the…
If you haven’t heard, the South Dakota House of Representitives voted yes the other night with the vote as: YEAS 37, NAYS 32 on Senate Bill 153 to: Provide procedures by which adopted persons may obtain their original birth certificates and the contact preference of birth parents aka: OPEN the ADOPTION RECORDS! Unseal the Original Birth Certificates! Now before we get to ahead with the “whoo hoos” ( which I…
This will not make sense unless you begin here: Becoming a Birthmother Chapter1 Now I had a great secret in my life. It was beyond exciting. Ah, yes…I had him. The real games began. The pattern of our affair began to emerge. By day, I was the ever eager little worker bee. Now, even more desperate, to please my mighty employer. Working late took on new meaning. I would manage…
This will not make sense unless you begin here: Becoming a Birthmother Chapter1 **** We left the office separately. There was no need to tell me that I was not to announce our upcoming escapade to anyone. When he was ready, he said good night like always and I quickly followed him down to the lobby. He was waiting for me out on the street where we hailed a cab…
So this past Saturday evening, the phone rings and Rye gets it. It’s his mother who goes to tell him that she didn’t want me to feel so alone, so on the way to Walmart to grab coffee, she trips over her feet and falls, and yes: Breaks her humerus bone in her arm. We had friends over. Actually, it was a deju vu in a bad way kind of…
A few weeks ago, my dear friend Lena hit me up on Facebook with a question: “I was going through some stuff and found some old letters you wrote while you were in Boston. Would you like to have them?” Of course, the answer was yes, because as much as I lived through being 19, pregnant, away from home, alone and about to have my first child and relinquish him for…
Judgement. Choices. Lack of True Choice. Variations of this theme have been running through my head for a long time. To some the birth mother is a saintly figure. Wise. Sacrificing. Selfless. A builder of Families. A deliverer of dreams come true. Adoptive families want to thank her. Poor girl, she is just in a sad situation, but through her wisdom she can make the best of the situation and…
I have been eyeing that bit of real estate on my sidebar. The one where I have that poll. My side bar is too long. It’ just that my blogrools are huge. I guess I shoul dgo through them, but that always means that I must add more. Which is good, but it makes for a very long sidebar. I guess it balances out my long posts. Anyway, I have…
I recommend reading “How to become a Birthmother Chapter 1” first **** There was a second lunch. It rode on the innocent coat tails of the first. You know, “That was nice. Let’s do it again” I am a sucker for great food. Growing up, my Uncle Mike would think nothing of spending eighty or ninety dollars at the specialty Italian deli on imported prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella that we…
Some people have read this already, some have not. It’s the whole damn thing.. how I came to be a birthmother. How I ended up in that place where I was open to adopiton to save me from this situration I got myself in. This is the story of getting myself in it. Oddly enough, 22 years ago today….just occuring to me now….so this is me… 22 years and about…
I think this is really important. Please, spread this news: We have consisitantly been fustrated by the unscrupolusness of the adoption agencies as a whole. Between their blantnet marketing, their trolling for expectant mothers who are young and unwed, recruitment and false advertsiment, the lack of truthful impacts of adoption, the lack of regulation and oversight,and general coersive and exploitive practices; agencies often seem very unstopable. They have the power…
Once upon a time, I had a life and adoption, while affecting my life and all, was really not part of it. The kool aide was still in my system and I was sleeping in Egypt. I understand it. I functioned and did what I had to do. It’s survival for many birth mothers. Then, about 8 years ago, cable Internet was introduced to my house and the first thing…
I love it when some one else “gets’ it”. It’s even more super fantastic when a trusted and reputable investigative journalism outlet really gets it and seems to be getting into even more. It’s equally loveable when I stumble upon this thanks to Teresa’s ULB Diggs of the Day! Corruption in International Adoptions “The Lie We Love” The story of abandoned orphans in developing countries who need to be…
I find motherhood to be very repetitious. As in; you repeat the same things over and over again: Did you brush your teeth? Say thank you. Don’t touch that. Close the door. I know you know exactly what I mean. Our ongoing “issues” with Garin were fairly repetitive as well. The same things that caused problems years ago, were still bones of contention. Nothing got solved, it just morphed. Like…
This is where I get all Geeky, y’all. But not only do I want to explain, but I wish to share the knowledge. Bare with me. It’s worth it. There has been much said about the words we choose to use to explain out adoption experinces. Some words, such as Birthmother, are considered demeaning as well as exploitive and when used as “our birthmother” pripority and condesending. It has been…