Imagining I belong

Although I am part Caucasian, I do consider myself a Transracial Adoptee. I don’t think we hear enough about transracial … More

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 … More

Pembrook Pines

  Leyla Wolf has lived in the same cozy wood covered house all her life. The roof is slanted to … More

The Lonely Little Indian

Once there was a nameless maiden, rumored unreal, so they called her Casper. Casper because she was like a ghost … More

Behind Closed Doors

My Memoir: Behind Closed Doors is the fascinating story of one woman’s struggle to find a place in the world … More

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 … More

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 … More

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 … More

The Disillusion Of Ancestry

  You can search anywhere on the internet and you will find advertisements for Ancestry.com. I was a fan long … More

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 … More