I finally got mine a couple years ago - more than half a century after the fact. I’d already found my parents’ names but seeing my mother’s own handwriting somehow just cracked open a new path in my heart.
Nine years later, I’d take a carving knife to that big candle, trying to align the visible with an internal uncomformity. 🥚
I’m a proud former Minnesotan. In awe of but not surprised by the way people there are standing up for each other. Heartbroken that it’s so necessary and awful. This essay captures the complexity.
As a former Minnesotan, I find myself in the uncomfortable position of rooting for the Bears tonight. Prefer them to Rams for the Seahawks. (Go Hawks! 💚💙) Also, this weekend of football has been an escapist respite from … other things. Which is a privilege I don’t take for granted.
Oh, we saw! Was not expecting to bust out the Happy Dance this early!
Gretchen, thank you so much for all your work and persistence. The twisted logic and layers of false equivalency boggle the mind. It’s just … our identity. NBD 🤷♀️🙁
And this is why we speak up. Because the fairy tales cast long shadows and many people struggle to see past that. Appreciate you.
My birth parents - married to each other - gave me the same lecture. In email. Before going radio silent. Yay Baby Scoop 🤨
People sit at outdoor tables under umbrellas, with trees and a mountain in the background.
People gather at a small outdoor venue to listen to authors read.
Printed schedule of workshop events.
Amy Tan stands at a podium on a small outdoor stage and reads to an audience.
Writing can be solitary work. This summer, I joined the @CommunityofWriters in Olympic Valley—sharing mornings of workshop, afternoons of learning and evenings of food, fun and mountain views. Exhilarating, exhausting, unforgettable. ⛰️🌲✍️ luciablackwell.com/2025/09/14/w...
He is a great compromise for a fan raised on Viking lore (fond, frigid memories of a November game vs Packers, Met stadium, snowstorm) who is now a vocal 12 in Seattle!
Paper baskets filled with black pronoun buttons and Seattle Times lanyards
Always proud to work at @seattletimes.com ❤️🧡💛💚💙
The henchman/lackey job candidate pool is pretty swampy and fetid these days, from the looks of it. I’d try for an emotional support unicorn 🦄
Balcony garden with new plants in containers and a tabletop fountain
Oh what a perfect Friday afternoon to edge from May into June. Still some planting to do but my reading spot is shaping up nicely. Where are you reading this weekend? #urbangarden #readingspot
A smiling blond mother holds an upright infant, both dressed in white. Side text reads “Neither of us knew what to expect. We both did the best we could.”
Mother’s Day can be complicated for adopted people. We all do the best we can. #adoptee #mothersday #loveandloss luciablackwell.com/2025/05/11/a...
This is what being adopted feels like to me. A fault line. I live in the fault. In fault.
One life I live.
One life I imagine.
Both pulling at the same center.
#memoir #adoption #adoptee #lifequake
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Digging into tonight’s emotional support key lime pie. Saving the bag of chocolate for later. (Likely sooner than later, tbh)
I left MN 30-ish years ago but I still remember so clearly the thrill of the small green patches in the backyard first appearing, slowly growing, merging, and the smell of earth and grass returning. 💚
A gray cat curled into a circle
Sharing a #caturday pic of my daughter’s Jake, as a virtual sage smudge for the past week. Or month.
I got emotional support groceries. Cake. Wine. Cheese. Playing Civ 6. Where governing follows some rules.
Seattle thanks bus drivers!
When life slows to a crawl - literally - the swirl of connections around us comes into focus. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m happy about my broken fibula but I’m doing my best to accept the lessons it offers. Curious about what you see when you slow down!
Just getting started here but would love to be added!
