In a couple weeks, I am about to embark on a journey of a lifetime. A journey that I honestly never even fathomed being on. A journey that I never even realized that I longed for. I call it my … Continue reading
Posted in Adoption, Biographies, Biography, Life Story, Reunion
Tagged adoptee, adoptee rights, adoption, ancestors, biography, biracial, birth family, birth story, life story, Reunion, transracial adoptee, transracial adoption
A lot of you who know me, know that I put 318 on a lot of the things that I have on social media. and you may wonder why. Or you may not care. But I’m gonna tell you anyway. … Continue reading
Posted in Adoption, Biography
Tagged adoptee, adoptee birth certificate, adoptee birthday, adoptee children, adoption, biography, divorce, domestic adoptee, domestic adoption, International adoption, OBCs, sports, transracial adoptee, transracial adoption
For as long as I can remember, writing has been part of my life. I have always had a notebook with me jot down my thoughts or ideas or just to process the world around me. Like most writers, I am … Continue reading
So many roads I ‘ve traveled, so many roads I’ve known, all I want is one to lead me home. Continue reading
This is what I say to Racist White People:: Take off the damn robes. Stop hiding and OWN YOUR SHIT!
You wanna hate us, fine. Hate us. But live with the consequences of hating us. Live with the ramifications of your actions and beliefs.
Isn’t that what you preach over and over and over again?
Own it. Embrace it. Make it your friend.
So to the people who think just like those boys at SAE. and to all their apologist offering fake apologies or justifications: Stop it! Own up to the fact that you ARE a racist. Continue reading
Posted in Oklahoma, Oklahoma University, OU, Racism, Racist Fraternity, SAE
Tagged adoption, biography, biracial, Oklahoma, personal responsibility, racism, SAE, transracial adoption
Today I woke up with dread in my heart. Yesterday I had a few panic attacks and I found myself weepy and I couldn’t figure out why. And then it hit me… I am suffering from PTSD from living in “Post … Continue reading
Well four years of college came and went. And much like a famous Charles Dickens book, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was a time when I could get away from the racist … Continue reading
In Buffalo, there is a neighborhood like no other. It was just described by a resident as a place with the “ebb and flow” of students from the University at Buffalo and young families, of renters and of owner occupied … Continue reading
At this point in my story, I have now become an adult. I am twenty years old and have entered my junior year in college. I have distanced myself from my feelings and actions so to not interfere with my … Continue reading