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Michelle MadridBranch
September 12, 2018
I remember the day when I stood in the home of my birth mother and held her. We were in England and she had pulled me into her bedroom to “speak privately.” Mum looked me in the eyes and said, “I never wanted to let you go. And, I need you to know that.” She then folded herself into my arms and we both began to cry. It was just a few years ago, yet I recall the moment like it was yesterday. Mum handed me the original papers of my relinquishment. I had always possessed a copy. But, now I was staring at the actual document. Stained with her tears. The piece of paper that had been signed by my birth mother on the day she gave up her rights to parent me. How I hated that piece of paper. One slip of paper that sent me away on the journey I continue today: the adoptee journey. I didn’t want that piece of paper. I didn’t ask for it. Yet, there it was in the hands of the woman who signed it and then disappeared from my life. “I just didn’t know what to do with the first me, Mum. I never knew what I was supposed to do with the girl you left behind. I’ve missed her. I’ve mourned her. And, there she is—her name on this piece of paper is proof that she exists. Proof that somewhere inside of me, she still lives. Different names. Same girl. Adoption is hard, Mum. It’s hard…” I’ve never shared those words before. Growing up, I kept hidden my innermost thoughts and feelings about being adopted. I didn’t want to risk being rejected by my adoptive family. Or, anyone else for that matter. Rejection was always a real and constant threat. There was too much to lose. I couldn’t bear witness to just how confused and sad I felt inside. It was lonely. There were many times when I cursed the feeling of isolation. I didn’t have an adoption community to reach out to, one with other adoptees who would be willing to hear me and, in turn, allow me to hear them. Today, though, with the many avenues of social media to explore, adoptees are reaching each other. Our network is expanding. We’re mobilizing and connecting in powerful ways. Read full blogpost, here: http://michellemadridbranch.com/adoptees-why-supporting-each-other-matters [img]https://adoption.com/community/PF.Base/file/attachment/2018/09/4cbb804a4daf6b96381427d936848afd_view.jpg[/img]

Izzat Essa
September 9, 2018
My name is Ezzat And age 19 From a poor family living in Palestine I want to complete my studies at the college where I was studying I am studying in a medical support college He is a specialist anesthetist and anesthetist I did not complete my studies because of the poor material conditions My father is a renal failure patient with diabetes and stress and I also have 5 younger brothers And whoever wants to adopt me is fully prepared to obey him as my father and if I need to travel to those who adopt me, I am ready to build a second family like my family I hope to give the adopter no

June 29, 2018
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Michelle MadridBranch
June 13, 2018
I’m not an adoption professional. What I am is an expert on how it feels to be adopted. I’m an international adoptee. I hold a wealth of knowledge and understanding about living in the skin of adoption. I was born in England. Not in London, but in a smaller place known as Bury St Edmunds. Bury St Edmunds is a town in West Suffolk on the River Lark. It is of an ancient ruin and is said to have been the site of a Roman villa and later a royal Saxon town. Bury St Edmunds is named for Saint Edmund—king of the East Angles—killed by the Danes around 870, and is buried there. I tell you this not because I’m a historian, but because I hold a deep sense of pride in where I am from and from where I was adopted. My bio mother delivered me into this world on a cold January morning. My bio father wasn’t at the delivery. He didn’t see the tears my mum cried; tears streaked with the heavy emotion of a mother preparing to relinquish her daughter to foster care. I wasn’t taken from my mum there at the little hospital in Bury St Edmunds. No, Mum cared for me for several days after my birth. Imagine, holding your baby, rocking your little one to sleep, touching tender-soft skin, smelling the sweet scent of your new child—all along knowing there would soon be a difficult goodbye. Imagine, feeling the touch of your mother and then having that taken from you. A child remembers these things, from a central and core place within. The severing is never forgotten. From the arms of my bio mother, I was placed into the arms of my foster mother. I have notes from my foster mother that I read to this day. Notes that are written in blue ink, on soft blue paper, neatly folded and placed into matching envelopes. My foster mother wrote of how I didn’t like my baths but loved being outside. She noted that I seemed to be content dressed in the beautiful sweaters and booties that my bio mother had knitted, during the months that I grew inside of her. My foster mother’s role was a temporary one, but also a critical one—offering stability and love to children like me who didn’t yet have a family to call their own. I’m told that she shed a tear when I was taken from her care. I’m told that she said she would miss me. Read full blogpost, here: http://michellemadridbranch.com/honoring-bio-foster-and-adoptive-mothers/ [img]https://adoption.com/community/PF.Base/file/attachment/2018/06/9fc3671cdf6824c096cceba699188de9_view.jpg[/img]

May 20, 2018
I was born in the Philippines in 1976 and adopted by an American military couple stationed at Clark Air Force Base (at the time of my adoption). I'm looking for my biological parents (which I do have this information- not sure of the creditable information). Does anyone know if there is a way to locate someone in the Philippines? I'm not sure if they are still alive. I also had older (2) siblings, according to one of many birth certificates. In addition, I would like to located them as well; however, I have no information on them. I would appreciate any information anyone might have. Thank you in advance.

May 11, 2018
Last fall I bought a 23andMe DNA for my wife as an anniversary gift. In March (about 7 weeks ago)she and her birth mother made first contact. We spent a lot of time chatting on the phone and skype. Then she came with her partner to visit and everything changed. They've been gone about 10 days and our house is now on the market and all of our things are being sold. My wife is moving in with her mom (in a different state) and I'm left out in the cold. She says that she just doesn't care about anything other than being with her mom. She doesn't know if she wants to be with me anymore, this is her entire life now. They won't engage with me at all and I just can't understand what I've done to make them hate me so much. No one has spoken to me or told me any reasons. I don't know what to do now. I am trying so hard to be understanding, but how can she throw away our marriage for something that she does not yet know? I would never try to come in between them, I just wanted some time with her too. I have tried to be supportive and I still do. I make myself scarce when they are talking and try not be pushy with any questions or demands, but I'm afraid my marriage is over. What do I do?

Michelle MadridBranch
May 9, 2018
“We cannot become what we need to be by remaining what we are.” ~Oprah Winfrey We live on a planet plagued by crisis. War, hunger, disease, exploitation, racism, gun violence—these are just a few of the headlines presented, daily, on news outlets worldwide. It’s seldom when we hear on our televisions, or read on our news tablets, of the crisis that I advocate on behalf of: the orphan crisis. This crisis has placed its grip on an estimated 17.8 million children around the globe: orphaned and vulnerable children in need of our care and attention. And, where there are orphaned and vulnerable children—there are also vulnerable and marginalized mothers. The continent of Africa is geographically some ten-thousand miles away from where I live, in California. Yet, the very heart of Africa is snuggled next to me, and sleeping, as I write these words. My daughter was once one of the 17.8 million orphaned children in the world. She was born in Ethiopia. In 2010, when she was 10-months old, I became her mother. There is no sweeter gift than being the woman that my girl calls Mommy. Through her zest for life, I have learned to expand the horizons of my own capabilities. My daughter sees no limits to what she can accomplish in her life—no boundaries on her dreams. Every girl, every woman, should feel just as free and empowered! The truth is—they don’t. Women and girls remain vulnerable in countless corners of the world. Mothers are crying, dying, exploited, exposed, marginalized and left with little choice but to orphan their children. The exploitation and discrimination of women and girls are directly impacting an ever-growing orphan crisis. If the numbers of desperate, abandoned, and orphaned children are on the increase, so too are the numbers of desperate, abandoned, and isolated mothers. The two are intricately interwoven. Read full blogpost, here: http://michellemadridbranch.com/helping-mothers-rise-addressing-the-root-cause-of-the-orphan-crisis/ [img]https://adoption.com/community/PF.Base/file/attachment/2018/05/783f9b255655b2a35ef7826f9b7803e1_view.jpg[/img]

April 18, 2018
Hello! My name is Morgan and my significant others name is Andrew. We are unable to have children naturally and are looking to adopt! We are on waiting lists now but have been told it can take many years so we are hoping to find someone willing to do a private adoption possibly! Thanks for reading and hope to hear from you soon! E mail mmmmmmorgs@icloud.com