Sunday, June 18, 2017

Three out of four ain't bad .....

Had a good time reuniting with two of my three siblings in April.  My older brother wasn't able to join us, but my older sister and younger brother were there, along with their spouses.
 
It's interesting how, even though we were mostly raised apart, we're so very similar in so very many ways.  It was good to feel that connection, although we were only together for a couple days.
 
Older sister, "baby" brother, and me; April, 2017
 
 
Hopefully we won't have to wait 20 years for the next get-together!
 

Monday, February 20, 2017

Sibling Reunion .....

If I'm remembering correctly, the last time that all three of my full siblings and I were together was in 1996.  It's also the only time we've all been together, except for when we were very young children.  In 1996, the occasion was our mother's birthday, and it was a surprise.  She hadn't seen me in several years, and hadn't seen my younger brother since he was taken away from her for adoption at the age of three months.

Last year my older brother and sister, who are fraternal twins, turned 60.  They decided on a co-celebration and invited me to join them.  Unfortunately, their birthday falls at a time when it just wasn't possible for me to get away so, reluctantly, I had to decline.  

So this year, as *I* turn 60 (and just how the heck did THAT happen?), there was some chatter about them coming to see me to formally acknowledge my official over-the-hill-ness.  In the end, though, we decided it was easiest if I traveled to them.  So, come April, I'll be heading off for a second sibling reunion.  I'm actually glad I'm making the trip this year rather than last, as my younger brother (who also didn't attend last year) will be able to join us!

I've met my sister's husband, but haven't met my brothers' wives, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to get to know these new-to-me family members. 

And I'm grateful that we all actually consider each other to BE siblings.  Legally, that's not the case, as adoption has officially made us "cousins" -- but we refuse to use that term.  We are, now and forever, brothers and sisters.  Siblings.  Family.


Happy Birthday to me!

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Shameless Self-Promotion, part deux .....

I recently published my second children's book, again starring the kitten that I adopted from our local animal shelter.  One of our local news stations did a story on the book, since a portion of the proceeds are donated back to the shelter, and I'm excited to report that we're already seeing a positive reaction.

Watch the interview HERE and, if you're so inclined, snag your own copy of the book at Amazon.com:





Saturday, May 7, 2016

On the air .....

Although I'm pretty open with my adoption story here, it's not a topic that I normally share with others.  So what do you do when there's something about your life that you don't necessarily want a lot of people to know about?

Why, you go on the radio and tell all!


The host, the other guest and I talked for more than two hours, and it was edited down to a more manageable one hour total time (split into two half-hour segments).  Some of the things we discussed were a surprise to the host and, most likely, will be a surprise to the majority of her listeners also.

It went well, and I'm glad I took the plunge.  Hopefully our shared experiences will help some other adoptees who may be struggling with the same feelings and issues.








Many thanks to Wendy Edwards for giving us a safe place to speak our truth, and to her friend, Yvette, for sharing her personal experiences with us! 




Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Things that make you go "Ugh" .....


A few years ago, I purchased some new drinkware from Pier 1.  The glasses were really nice -- solid, heavy, and with indentations to make them easy to hold.  I really, really liked them.  Until I dropped one, and then another one fell over in the sink and cracked.  With only two full-sized glasses left, I decided it was time to buy some new ones.

Pier 1 has since relocated and is farther away from where I live, so I opted to go to a big box retailer instead. I found some glasses that looked decent and were relatively inexpensive, so I bought the set and brought them home.

Once out of the box, they weren't as nice as I'd thought, but it wasn't worth a trip to take them back, so I ran them through the dishwasher and stored them in the cupboard.  Since then, I've used the large tumblers several times, but the smaller ones have sat undisturbed on the shelf.  

Until recently.

When I wanted just a little to drink one night, I grabbed one of the small tumblers. I filled it, lifted it to my lips, and had an immediate reaction of "Ugh!".  Though that may seem an unusual reaction to a drinking glass, I knew right away where the feeling came from.  The glass in my hand was almost exactly the same size and shape as those used by my uncle's wife for her nightly martini(s).