If our Mamas only knew.

What they mean to us. Oh what a love they would see. Like this woman who thought her daughter was dead to have her find her alive. How sweet. How glorious. As she holds her Moms head close. Like I did with my mom our last visit. Oh Mothers hear me. You matter.

She was lied too. And her daughter told who knows what still searched for her Mama and found her. It’s not easy shifting gears like that. But what the hell else do we do? Lay down and really die? Or live?



I am an Adapted, artist, Mother, a soul, a human, singer, writer, activist, minister and deprogrammer and reprogrammer of minds. And I am here because we need to change how you see it, a lot of things that is. For us Adoptees who have lived in the dark. We were cut off from our families. And that is sad people.

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