Since my identity was taken, somehow I can’t make a whole image. Photographs show my hollowness, my wrongness. The pictures reveal me as not whole, uncomfortable, different.

Whenever I sit to write, I am already at the middle of it. It’s the beginning that always befuddles me. I never know where to start.
That is because, in this conversation at least, there is …

One guy that I truly didn’t miss from my childhood was my middle school principal. He always found the fact that I was adopted fascinating.

But the most important thing my Dad ever taught me was how to build a successful family. Because you see, my Dad is not my Dad, but he IS my Dad. He taught me that family is larger than genetics, or geography, or bloodlines. I am an adopted son who never knew his birth father.

A couple weeks ago, one of our own appeared on The View.  Kristen, who also writes at Rage Against the Minivan, was one of several adoptive parents in the discussion, alongside an “adoption expert.”  For …

Why are we all here? Why do you believe in God? Why do we kill one another? Why is this charge on my cell phone bill? I challenge you to get a straight answer from anyone on any of those questions.

Here’s an embarrassing confession:  I have never watched Lost.  I’m always slow to catch on to TV shows, if I do at all, and this wasn’t the kind you could just dive into.  After the …

Adoptees, late discovery or not, will recognize the authors feelings as she struggles with what it means to be adopted.

I saw a photo of myself taken last week,  and it was surprising.  This happens to most people, I think.  We have an idea in our minds of what we look like, and it is …

Some folks think that adoption is magic. I don’t mean magic in the rainbow farting ‘isn’t adoption wonderful?’ kind of way, I mean magic in the ‘abracadabra, you’re a different person!’ kind of way. …