Adoption and Suicide

No one wants to talk about suicide.  But NO one wants to talk about adoption and suicide.  Because, as Judith Modell writes in her book A Sealed and Secret Kinship: the culture of Policies and Practices in American Adoption (2002),  “Adoption is a benign, pleasurable and apparently uneventful event–except to those who are involved.”   I’ve heard […]

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Bitterroot – Interview by Deborah Kalb

Last September I spoke with author, editor and blogger, Deborah Kalb.  It was the first interview I had done regarding the writing of Bitterroot: A Salish Memoir of Transracial Adoption, and it was eye-opening for me.  I’d finished writing the book, but I had not spent a lot of time reflecting on it; after three years […]

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Star Tribune Review of Bitterroot: A Salish Memoir of Transracial Adoption

Last month, Carter Meland, Ph.D., wrote  a fabulous review for Bitterroot: A Salish Memoir of Transracial Adoption, noting that there are many ways to be Native.  Transracial adoption was one of them.  This is  an important point to make.  Our families and communities have become fragmented due to the atrocities committed by the U.S. government […]

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Aftermath

Prior to 2013 I was considered, by some, to be an anti-adoption activist, specifically with regard to American Indian child adoption.  And there was good reason: I wrote fiercely about adoption as an aspect of historic trauma.  I vehemently questioned the moral role of legislation in determining and defining the legitimacy of a family, a […]

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Tightrope

Being a transracial adoptee is to walk a tightrope that connects history to the present, all the while realizing that the time-space compression is colliding with such violent force as to make that crossing dark and perilous and sometimes people die…

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A Flight of Omniscient Memories

I am sitting in Missoula, Montana, at the Doubletree Inn, a beautiful hotel on the banks of the Clark Fork River.  It used to be the Red Lion.  I remember driving across the bridge to the east, the wooden one whose iron archways hold it in place, I tell the waitress who looks at it […]

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