Today, at long last, I am finally getting to see Fun Home. I have been a fan of Alison Bechdel’s since I discovered her Dykes to Watch Out For series in 1988. When I first encountered her, she was an obscure lesbian cartoonist whose compilations were published by an obscure lesbian publishing house which went out of business …
Category Archives: niecelettes
Moody Blues
Lately I have been feeling really down and insecure. A friend (who is also an adoptive mom) is attributing my moodiness to hormones. And there is data to back her up. Apparently, it is not uncommon for adoptive parents (and yes, I do mean parents. The data shows that fathers-to-be also have hormonal changes during …
Letting go of what I need to leave behind
Another piece of wisdom I have received from friends who are parents is to use this transitional period before parenthood to ready myself for my new role. I can already feel a major identity shift coming on and for the most part I am very much looking forward to it. But there are some pieces of …
Continue reading “Letting go of what I need to leave behind”
Eagerness, optimism or delusion?
In the past couple of days a couple of folks have commented on the optimism in my posts about the adoption process. David seems particularly committed to making sure I have a realistic handle on the potential timeline before we are matched with a birthmother. I have to concede David’s point, especially since he will …
Challenging questions
One of the well known aspects of the adoption process is that it involves a lot of paperwork. This weekend David and I completed the long personal narrative questionnaire. The questions were pretty much what you would expect, until I got to the one asking me to describe myself. I was surprised to discover that …
Rules and Consequences
I know I said previously that I was kind of over traveling and wanted to stay in Portland for at least a month. I can say with confidence that I am very likely to achieve that goal (not willing to say anything more definitive than that lest I disturb the Imps of Complacency, p’tui, p’tui). …