Most people need to return to their house to feel ”home”. Most people have a place where they feel grounded. I never had roots, I don’t feel any attachment to a certain place. I often got sorry looks when I tried to explain my rootlessness.
I don’t feel sorry for myself. ”Home” is wherever I put my toothbrush down.
Home is here. For now.
The flight was long, and as usual, customs were a nightmare. For some reason, no matter how light I travel, custom agents always seem to find something to investigate. This time, my light bag was the problem. Apparently, it was a bit suspicious that I didn’t bring enough clothing to fill a large walk-in.
But it is over now, and the hour long train ride gave me more than enough time to put the annoyance behind me.
For as long as I can remember I have always loved writing. I write mostly poetry and fiction and sometimes dabble in other genres just for fun. I also like photography so I often use my own photos.
With a limited education but a lot of determination, hard work and encouragement from my husband, I entered university to graduate with a Graduate Certificate in 2004 at the age of 47. This experience then propelled me into doing something more with my hobby of writing and ventured into publishing short stories and poems in local and online magazines and newspapers for a few years.
You can find the rest of Chrissy’s story on her page. Her logo is in my sidebar and on the Partners’ Page at the top of my website! When you visit be sure to tell her Danny sent ya!
I think there comes a time when we adoptive parents need to try, without telling them we are trying. We need to make an obvious effort without forcing them to know about it. There is a time when we adoptive parents need to be the anonymous donor, supporter, helper WITHOUT their knowledge.
This weekend was a hard one for our daughter who is almost 14 years old. She has been with us since she was around four but she has a real mom and she has a real family.
She has a family that she is connected to by blood but not connected to in the physical sense. She does not live with them and because she has a romanticized idea of who they are and are becoming, she can’t connect.
I am at fault for this. We adoptive parents are at fault for them not being able to connect.
As a Forty Plusser you just know that not everything in life goes according to plan. Yes sometimes we are forced out of our comfort zone. Actually a lot! Sometimes you need to change direction for the sake of you own survival and sanity!!
Okay, I have depression(bipolar). So there are days that I really don’t see any future at all! Like just wanting to quit… But then again, I have lots of normal days. It is days like these that I totally embrace. Sometimes life can be a real struggle. But the fact that I am a mother and a wife forces me to find a way to “make it work in life”. This is a conscious decision I make on a daily basis, because to be quite honest…the visit to the psychiatrist only helps that much!! I have to find a constant way deep inside my soul…
Well, this serial came to a natural end in this week’s installment. I was able to end it to my satisfaction and give it a subtle tie to one of my other serials as well as mix in some call backs to my third Frank Rozzani novel.
I’ve enjoyed writing this serial and look forward to putting it together with other related short stories in a super-sized book.
On a side note, I’ve updated my Author Directory and Serial pages. You can now find all the authors I’ve interviewed over the past 3 years and the serials that I’ve written, two of which have become books this year.
Please enjoy this last installment of First Impressions.
What in the world was Jones up to? He gave no clues for the four digit code. He had somehow put a virus on an air-gapped server, one that was not directly connected to…
I grew up as an adoptee in an environment that was not to be desired. One of the things I did learn throughout my time with my adoptive family was their passion for creativity. There were many little arts and crafts projects often happening and I really appreciated the nature of Arts and Crafts in general. As a young child I learned to make necklaces, earrings, bracelets, anklets and so much more. I also learned about different beads, stones, and woodwork. My favorite stone of all time is the Larimar stone. The Larimar stone has so many functions. I began to dabble in making different types of jewelry using this beautiful pectolite.
The most commonly purchased larimar items are earrings with little Larimar stones. These stones are only found in the Dominican Republic. My passion became my side hussle and now, here at Larimar Jewels and Things, we make many different jewelry lines. After becoming a mother and wife, my spouse and I moved to the southern part of the Dominican Republic. It was here that I began to fiddle with the sewing machine. The first item I made was actually sewn by hand and I named it the Spouch (short for Safety Pouch.) The pouches are amazing, mainly because they get “tucked” into your clothing (usually pants, shorts…) People who travel often to countries like Haiti, Dominican Republic or any other developing nation often take a risk, and carrying purses can be dangerous. With the Safety Pouch, you can place your credit card, ID(Drivers license), money, coins, and insurance cards, into this pouch-then, tuck it into your clothing and no one suspects you have anything on you. They are comfortable, and machine washable. Perfect for a quick trip or a long term vacation.
I continue to make art as I believe in, creating new things, you create a spirit of healing. As I continue to heal from my traumatic adoption experience, I become the person I was supposed to be from the very beginning. I found my voice through creative means. All proceeds go to helping adoptees find their voice!
You can find the story of Larimar Jewels and Things on their page!! The Larimar logo is in my sidebar and on the Partners’ Page at the top of my website! When you visit be sure to tell them Danny sent ya!
“”For so long I was silenced but NO MORE. I’m no longer scared, embarrassed, or pushed down. I am strong, courageous, and beautiful.I am not a product of my past but a solution to my future. I rise above the pain and show love by example.
I have risen because I am empowered to do so. And that tomb that tried to smother me, make me claustrophobic, keep my soul in the dark…. No more!
I am a strong and a mighty woman and my experiences, my truth is what sets me free.
I have nothing more to lose.
I hope by reading my blogs, my life, my stories.. You too can set yourself free!””
You can find the rest of Lifting Taboo’s story on her page. You can find the Lifting Taboos logo in my sidebar and on the Partners’ Page at the top of my website! When you visit be sure to tell em Danny sent ya!
The most challenging aspect of individuation, of growing up, is the groundlessness breadth our feet, the fact that the universe, existence itself, doesn’t give us a blueprint for our lives; it’s our duty, and our burden, to create it for ourselves. And, that is absolutely terrifying! Jean-Paul Sartre called this existential dread: the fear of freedom.
As we get older and separate from our parents, we begin to form our own opinions, our own ideals, and our own core system of values, basing them, in part, off of the knowledge imparted to us by our parents, while founding them in our newly constituted abilities to reason; we decide what’s right and what’s wrong for ourselves, creating the cores of our identities. But, this is when it happens; it’s when self-doubt creeps in. At this juncture, we become aware of the groundlessness; we realize that our parents are no longer there…
“”My name is Leon Garber; and I’m a Licensed Mental Health Counselor/Psychotherapist, based in Brooklyn, NY, with specialties in Existential Psychotherapy, Trauma Therapy, and Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy. My major focus is on the challenges related to death, life-meaning, freedom, authenticity, human connection, and self-esteem.