I know you want to sing with me Mama.

And I think it’s a great idea. I’d love to record us singing together Mama. Maybe even the girls? All harmonizing? Would be lovely. Yes.

It’s never to late to reinvent yourself Mama. Look at us all getting reinvented? It only takes two pebbles to cause a ripple effect. Xoxo.

I would like your voice recorded song with mine. Please. Even if the girls don’t want too?

there’s a singer in you I’m writing too. She’s peering back at you from within me waving back, saying, I see you! 🙌🙌🙌

Barbara Streisand was one of my avatars and voice coaches, alone in my bedroom with the hitachi stereo blaring! I’d practice and practice and practice. Moving the needle again and again working to reach the notes?

And if I recall the instructions I was getting? Inside my head did sound kind of like you? Helping me some how? God? Both? And I go over the notes, trying this and that to reach them. Loving every minute. I could feel that I had some gift and did t know why it was so important to practice? My instrument day after day? Incessantly?

Obsessive? Oh honey? Aren’t all the greats at whatever they do well? A bit obsessive I’d say? Excellence is a thing. And I’ve got it. Just keep raising the bar. I love to climb. I scared the hell out of Mama Jean at three climbing the tv tower out back? Probably trying to find you I imagine? I was in some auto pilot return mode back then? I’ve come a long way? It was not easy having to override or try? My whole system that said go home. Ugh.

And singing did allow me a release. And my voice seemed to touch people? I worked on my pitch day in and day out. Like some beaver building my damn? Over and over it.

So talking over and over about words and lyrics gave my feelings about Mama a place to be expressed. Singing is therapy for me. Song birds have to sing, especially when caged to stay strong or they die. If placed by a window? The songbird can sing with the other birds. And build memories of singing with others.

I bet, I can harmonize with any one of my family.


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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