Although I am part Caucasian, I do consider myself a Transracial Adoptee. I don’t think we hear enough about transracial…
The Disorder of my Hoard
A hoard is a supply or accumulation of items that is hidden or carefully guarded for preservation, future use. An…
Pembrook Pines
Leyla Wolf has lived in the same cozy wood covered house all her life. The roof is slanted to…
The Lonely Little Indian
Once there was a nameless maiden, rumored unreal, so they called her Casper. Casper because she was like a ghost…
Behind Closed Doors
My Memoir: Behind Closed Doors is the fascinating story of one woman’s struggle to find a place in the world…
A day in the life of the person sitting next to you
When you glance at the person sitting next to you do you ever wonder what their hopes and dreams might…
Age is nothing but a number
“Age is nothing but a number” and “The heart wants what the heart wants” are two familiar phrases that people…
The Sins of our Mother
I was an angry person for as long as I could remember. It was so easy for me to blame…
The Disillusion Of Ancestry
You can search anywhere on the internet and you will find advertisements for Ancestry.com. I was a fan long…
There’s something about six-eleven Ogden Avenue
There’s something about six-eleven Ogden avenue and the woman inside. From the outside the house looks intimate and cozy but…
