I Could Have Been A Kingpin. Being only weeks old, I was still too green to score a gat on the street, it limited my scope of mayhem. Good thing adoption got to me before the criminal element did, or I could be running a cocaine fueled, weapons dealing, legitimate government overthrowing, human trafficking racket. Yeah, I know, do I even remembe.

Adoption from two sides of the triad over three generations. Not just one stance on one issue, but stance after stance after stance after stance. Monday, October 15, 2007.

Mother and daughter separated by closed adoption, reunited since 2005, working our way out of the fog and into reality. Monday, October 12, 2009. Friday, October 9, 2009. One of my adoptee friends, Andraya, wrote this on her facebook page. She claims she spent 5 minutes writing it. For stream-of-consciousness writing, this gets an A in my book. And something to chew on. I can list off a thousand reasons why I am simply, not good enough. My mother and I are.

Age of child at the adoption.

It Came from the Cabbage Patch. I have finished moving to my new digs. 13,487 nosey people in the world. What Member of the Triad are you? Sunshine Girl on a Rainy Day. View my items on Etsy! .

From the cradle to the grave. The journey of my adopted self. Journey of the Adopted Self. But the biggest problem I have with it so far is that it seems like Lifton is trying to describe. And it makes me worry, was I just not paying enough attention? Have I buried a bunch of memories? I think the ind.

That would be considered abuse. Please stop telling us .