About me

In my free-time, I voluntarily spend many hours a day/week offering emotional support to various birth mothers, adoptees, and adoptive mothers who call or write to me and tell me they are experiencing many problems with their own unresolved adoption issues.  Some simply do not know how to cope, and ask me about my own personal experience, and how I perceive certain things.  This volunteer work is done on a 1:1 basis, and in-private, at the request of those who have chosen to contact me.   This volunteer-adoption-outreach began in 1998, when I first joined Adoption.Con, and earned the reputation of being a very angry adoptee.  While I got many PM's and email requests, after a year, I was banned from that website -- a site that promoted itself as a forum for all members of the adoption triad in-need of answers, encouragement, and support.  

Animal within

I am the Lone Female Wolf. Smaller in relation to the Alpha Male, but treacherous in her own rite. I wear a gray-silver shimmering coat of deep thick plush fur. It is water-repellent and multi-purpose. It protects me from the burning sun; and keeps me warm during the icy cold. It is matted from blood clotted wounds, but those burly knots are only known to me. They are close to my skin; not seen by other wolves. [I cannot allow any of them to sniff my scent of weakness.]

I have blood thirsty teeth, and skin raking claws, but I choose not to use them, unless provoked. I walk with a purpose and attitude that is for appearances purposes, only. I lead my pack, in a most deliberate and egotistical manner, but that is only to camouflage my true, deep-seeded fear. I am terrified of heights, confrontation, and surprise, but I hide it well, behind my gnarling expression. My gait is slow and stalking-like, but that is only because my bones have been broken, and have not been allowed to set & heal. I do not DARE allow the enemy know my weakness, so I tread with fierce determination.

I prefer to remain in my den... where I know each shadow, and my only fear is the phantom I allow to invade my sleep. I keep a wakeful watch, night and day, just for that purpose: I want to avoid The Phantom. My cubs, they are cute and playful... and I love them, as much as an animal can. I provide for them, as I shelter them with my body and cunning wit. But I am not warm & fuzzy; my provisions are instinctive, not maternal. I simply serve a purpose. I do what I do to survive, and because it's what is expected of me.

If I had my choice, I would lay alone on the flat rock, that extends past the jagged cliff. It is warm from the sun, and it is removed from all other animals. It is the one quiet, peaceful place in this world, where I could finally rest my weary broken bones, and blood-stained thick coat of fur, and sleep. Blissful sleep... the kind that brings with it sweet dreams of a cute little cub, romping in a field of grass and flowers. [Oblivious to the predators standing still, with rifles aimed, ready to kill the sweet innocent female wolf, with a beautiful thick coat of silver-gray.]

Videos I like

"I'm not like you" (A child abuse story)5:5111 years 2 weeks ago
Balloon launch for orphans goes unexpectedly 1:3411 years 9 weeks ago
Charity workers accused of sexually abusing children in orphanage2:4811 years 4 weeks ago
Children's Rights: Silent Voices7:2110 years 46 weeks ago
CPS and Child Drugging5:0410 years 43 weeks ago
Fly Away Children26:3410 years 9 weeks ago
Forgotten Children of Texas2:3311 years 2 weeks ago
Guatemala: The Baby Business8:4310 years 32 weeks ago


I'm still discovering.

Topics I've participated in:

TypeTitleRepliesLast Post
ArticleGermany's war children scramble to find their GI fathers 282 years 40 weeks ago
Blog entryAlone, again 23 years 2 days ago
ArticleSocial workers who snatched four-day-old baby put her up for adoption over unproven abuse claim 23 years 2 weeks ago
ArticleTexas Single Dad Stops Adoption; May Get Custody of his Son 43 years 7 weeks ago
Blog entryHolt's take on orphans in foreign countries 53 years 13 weeks ago

Pound Pup Legacy