“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.”
As you probably know, child adoption has been my life’s work for the past three or more decades. Recently, I was invited to submit a chapter for the anthology RELATIVE STRANGERS: Inheritance, Identity, and the Meaning of Kinship, edited by B.K. Jackson, titled “Coming Home.” Written in 2nd person, the essay detailed what it was like […]
I will be giving a presentation of Bitterroot: A Salish Memoir of Transracial Adoption and talking about the writing of it, and why it was an important book to be out in the public space. Please join me at the LaVeta Library at 1:oo p.m. for a reading, conversation and questions.
I am so honored to be part of James Welch Native Lit Festival, where important conversations of what it means to be Indigenous will be held in Missoula Montana July 28, 29, and 30th. To be amid such notable colleagues as Louise Erdrich, Tommy Orange, Debra Earling, and so many others is definintely heady and […]
Book ideas don’t materialize out of nothing. Built on foundations of experience, or rooted in something larger than a single story, ideas begin as ethereal and boundless shapes. Over time they take form, eventually becoming distinct and real. Bitterroot: A Salish Memoir of Transracial Adoption is such a book. Although shaping the story has its […]
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 […]
