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You are not alone

You are not alone

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I decided it was time – thank you Tammy for taking my vision and giving me a fresh-new look on my blog. I love how you make “change” feel okay. It’s still a work in process, but I hope you come often to where I keep it real. Yesterday, I ran across an old post that I wrote back in March 2012. Most of the time, I don’t feel near as vulnerable as I did back then, but I still often feel silenced and wonder what the answer to this question is, “Is it just because we are adopted that our voices are not nearly as important as the next person’s?” Confiding in my friend, I shared with her what worries me the most when I put my heart out there. “Most people would be surprised you feel this way JoAnne,” she answered, while trying to see the vulnerability through…

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Calling all my reader/reviewer friends:

Calling all my reader/reviewer friends:

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After my adoptive mother passed away, I learned that she had been secretly working with one of my cousins to put together a book on her genealogy. For much of her adult life, mom had walked away from her strong religious upbringing. However, apparently, placing the information in the prestigious Family History Library was important to her, even if she wasn’t a member of their church anymore. Genealogy would have meant little to her had she not been trying to make things right with the church towards the end of her life, as genealogy is an intricate part of their religious beliefs. Although the reality did sting, quite honestly, it didn’t come as a surprise to me to discover that she had purposely left my adopted brother and I off her genealogy. I knew it was done with malice in her heart; the name of my first adoptive father, an…

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Those Deep Breaths …

Those Deep Breaths …

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I am hardly ever left speechless, but for a few minutes tonight I was. My adopted brother who passed away last year had two sons. Unfortunately, I never met my nephews. Not too many years ago, my brother shared a sad story with me that his boys’ mother would mail our parents Christmas gifts from the kids and they would return them unopened. I can’t fathom how anyone could be so cruel to children, no matter if the relationship with my brother had been strained for whatever reason. We only met my brother’s wife one time and all of our family liked her. I truly believed she would have been the one person to help my brother finally turn his life around. As his sister, my heart’s desire was for him to know how it felt to be genuinely loved and accepted, something neither of us had experienced while growing…

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