If you make it so
This weekend I turned 35. I spent it with my brother - the first birthday with my brother. Despite growing up with a little sister (hi AJ) and having joint parties and sometimes presents (her birthday is 2 days before mine) spending my birthday with the little bro was something special. I never felt connected to my mother or or it – my adoption – on my birthday. It’s hard…
Read More...the other side of the adoption story
As a little introduction for those who haven’t read this blog before (hello!) I was adopted at birth. A year ago I took the huge step to find my birth family. Whilst it has been a very tough road to take, its been amazing and the best part? Meeting my brother A for the first time. Today I hand my blog over to him, to…
Read More...Some rose petal stew and a drop of morning dew, that’ll do
As a kid it was exciting to be adopted. A childhood spent with a nose in a book meant that I would have a different story every week about my background. When people would explain their American-Irish or Indo-Caribbean backgrounds I would say “well I am probably a Russian princess” or “I am a fairy child’ or ‘well my mum must be famous’. (Let’s forget…
Read More...Mum, you had me but I never had you
For the last 24 years, the 14 March has passed me by. It meant nothing to me. Just another day on the calendar. This year is completely different. I grew up with a mum and dad and a sister. I grew up with a family. The fact that I was adopted never really registered on my radar until I was around 16 and I found…
Read More...a little bit of Christmas cheer
My absolutely favourite thing about Christmas is not presents, i’ts not turkey (come on who actually likes turkey?) and nor is being allowed to drink heavily for days on end (although that is fun) it is instead getting to spend time with my family. Now because of (and maybe despite of) my adoption I am ridiculously close with my parents, talking to them pretty much…
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