Dear readers,
I write this the night before my annual hike to the summit of Mount Monadnock in New Hampshire, reputed to be the world’s most climbed mountain after Mount Fuji. There are a few posts I wish to write: one a set of reflections on my recent meeting with cousins on my biological father’s side (my first face-to-face contact with anyone in his line); and another on how, when adoption makes news, the automatic empathy extended to adoptive parents overwhelms all else, silencing adoptees and birthparents.
I was expecting to tackle at least one of these projects this weekend, but a convergence of circumstances favored something else: a trip to the top of my favorite mountain in New England, alone with my binoculars, my portable shortwave radio, my notebook, and my thoughts.
I am grateful to every one of you for your interest in my writing. I trust that the indolence of summer will give way as always to greater industry in the fall. You will hear from me again soon.
looking forward to hearing whatever you feel comfortable sharing about your recent reunion experiences
YES YES YES!!!
“when adoption makes news, the automatic empathy extended to adoptive parents overwhelms all else, silencing adoptees and birthparents.”
I get that deep in my bones.
Cheers! Enjoy the mountain, and your thoughts ...