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

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

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

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

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” and “The heart wants what the heart wants” are two familiar phrases that people … More

I was an angry person for as long as I could remember. It was so easy for me to blame … More

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

A child is lost, unable to cry whisked far away, no-one knew why her crime had a cost, she … More