“Isn’t it strange to think that for so long your children were your only blood relatives? You smile, remembering when you held them and rocked them while that thought went through your head over and over again. And you cried when each of your boys turned 18 months old, because that’s how old you were when you were removed from your family. You studied their innocent faces, felt the power of their entire trust in you for being there for them. And you knew you would do whatever it took to keep your children with you. Whatever. It. Took.”
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 […]
A friend of mine asked if I would ever be interested in helping adoptees search for their birth-families, or assist in some way an adoptee’s return home. Or perhaps I could work with them to understand the difficulties and challenges that lie ahead for them once they make that decision. However, how do you tell […]
