Archive for 'Early adulthood'

Pfingsten, White Asparagus, and Memories of Spring in Germany

Pfingsten, White Asparagus, and Memories of Spring in Germany

Two weekends ago, Germany celebrated Pfingsten, the feast of Ascension. The British name for it is Pentecost or Whitsun. It is a time the freshly blooming fields, the greening woods, hills, mountains, the flowering bushes and hedges are celebrated. The enchanting cuckoo and all other songbirds have returned. My thoughts tend to go to Germany in this verdant season. I arrived there with Mutti, my German mother on June 17, many decades ago. We left the boat that ...

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About the Purpose in Our Lives

About the Purpose in Our Lives

Everyone, at some point questions the purpose of their life. Why am I here? What is being alive about? Who am I? How do I fit in the world, in my society? I began what I call my search of Self sometime in my late teens. I was fortunate to grow up deeply loved and respected within a singularly stable home. But I was not genetically connected to the other family members who for generations had been merchants, ...

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Are Your Personal / Emotional Boundaries Invaded?

Are Your Personal / Emotional Boundaries Invaded?

Multiracial Family Portrait Children Only Over WhiteDoes it bother you that people ask you the dumbest things? Like “Are you adopted,” or “Where are you from?” when it’s obvious that you are biracial or that the people you call mom and dad were not present at your conception and birth?

In my case, people wanted to know who my birth mother was and why she gave me up. ...

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Recognizing American racist attitudes in Florence, Italy

Recognizing American racist attitudes in Florence, Italy

 

In writing my recent book, Split at the Root: A Memoir of Love and Lost Identity (Kindle) or Split at the Root: A Memoir of Love and Lost Identity, I tell the story of growing up within a culture and a race that was different to my own. Here’s an excerpt:

When insulting situations happened, which was seldom, it took time before I realized what was going on; that is if I became aware it was directed at me in the first ...

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Want to know how I met a handsome American man in Munich?

Want to know how I met a handsome American man in Munich?

In writing my recent book, Split at the Root: A Memoir of Love and Lost Identity (Kindle) or Split at the Root: A Memoir of Love and Lost Identity, I tell the story of growing up within a culture and a race that was different to my own. Here’s an excerpt:

Sometime at the end of January 1968, a few weeks after my return from Guatemala, the phone rang and my friend Gabi hollered excitedly through the receiver. “Hey Girl, listen. I’m ...

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