announcement: holy heck my first nextshark article dropped!

So, I have some amazing friends and collaborators and one of them put me in touch with an even more amazing person and ran my article on Nextshark. Forever grateful and lots of joy here! It’s my first no-holds-barred piece and I’m nervous and scared but it had to be said. Read an excerpt below then take a look at the full piece!

Think Adopting Children of Color Makes You Woke? It Doesn’t

“Transracial adoption is about knowing a good home and a loving family aren’t enough. Kids of color need connections with people who resemble them and not just a few token times a year at culture camp. They need adults who’ve been called a chink and told to go back to their own country and asked to stop barbecuing in public places because those are the people who’ve experienced their reality….

…The white adoptive parents doing it right by their children of color acknowledge their privilege, admit they won’t be able to fully relate to their child, and constantly engage. They engage — deeply — with their child’s ethnic community. They talk to other adult adoptees who don’t just spin happy endings for rainbow families, and most of all, they know transracial adoption means love can’t transcend the loss of racial identity.”

Read more here…

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announcement: first literary publication launched today! read it here.

I’m thrilled to share that my first literary piece, “the lucky ones” is now live in Tilde: A Literary Journal’s inaugral issue! I’m proud to see my work featured alongside some incredibly powerful poetry and prose.

Read it here: Tilde: A Literary Journal Tilde: A Literary Journal
And order a print copy here (support indie presses!):  Thirty West Publishing

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Excerpt:

In the time it took my mother to let me go, summer never changed to fall. Less than two months after her heart beat for mine, I became her living ghost.

We floated in parallel worlds, sharing blood, sharing tissue, the space between us widening with each infant’s longing wail.  For nine months I heard her whispers and felt her lies, love, and tears. And then she left me.

For six months after her face dissolved into a foggy memory, I was no one’s daughter. I was someone’s lament, someone’s case number, a stranger’s hope. But for a few brief moments in my frenetic early life, I lurked in a shadowy limbo where unwanted children go to wait.


Tonight is the launch party and yours truly is a featured reader. Thank you for ALL of your support and I can’t wait to keep growing with you!tildereleasepartyad