Apparently 66 degrees, overcast, no wind is Fiorella's ideal walking weather. She went twice around the driveway and realized she could easily have made two more rounds.
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Fio turns thumbs down on a new TV show, "Long Lost Family," which reunites adopted children with their birth parents. There's a lot of yearning and weeping, but does anyone consider how the adoptive parents (the real parents) feel when the joy of their hearts finds them inadequate?
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Why are human beings individuals rather than clones? Why are we all so different? Think about it.
Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Friday, July 18, 2014
Consider . . . .
From Jean de Crevecoeur's "Letters from an American Farmer" regarding the American scene:
"... It is not composed, as in Europe, of great lords, who possess everything, and of a herd of people who have nothing. Here are no aristocratical families, not courts, no kings, no bishop, no ecclesiastical domination, no invisible power giving to a few a very visible one, no great manufacturers employing thousands, no great refinements of luxury. . . . [They are] united by the silken bands of mild government, all respecting the laws without dreading their power, because they are equitable. . . . There is a mixture of English, Scotch, Irish, French, Dutch, Germans, and Swedes. From this promiscuous breed, that race now called Americans have arisen. . . . . In this great asylum, the poor of Europe have by some means met together. . . . Alas, two thirds of them had no country. . . . Everything has tended to regenerate them; new laws, a new mode of living, a new social system . . . . The laws, stamping on them the symbol of adoption. . . .
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"... It is not composed, as in Europe, of great lords, who possess everything, and of a herd of people who have nothing. Here are no aristocratical families, not courts, no kings, no bishop, no ecclesiastical domination, no invisible power giving to a few a very visible one, no great manufacturers employing thousands, no great refinements of luxury. . . . [They are] united by the silken bands of mild government, all respecting the laws without dreading their power, because they are equitable. . . . There is a mixture of English, Scotch, Irish, French, Dutch, Germans, and Swedes. From this promiscuous breed, that race now called Americans have arisen. . . . . In this great asylum, the poor of Europe have by some means met together. . . . Alas, two thirds of them had no country. . . . Everything has tended to regenerate them; new laws, a new mode of living, a new social system . . . . The laws, stamping on them the symbol of adoption. . . .
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Saturday, March 23, 2013
Dwarf News (Revised)
Fiorella forgot to mention that she caught up with the Roloffs the other night. Amy and Zack were on an expedition to climb Mt. St. Helens while Matt was having a little red schoolhouse built for the Western town display at the Roloff farm. Jacob only appeared briefly, and Jeremy and Molly were nowhere to be seen.
Too bad. Matt, Amy, and Zachary (who practically ran up the mountain), were not enough to carry a one-hour show. Fiorella understands that climbing a mountain is tough, especially for a fifty-year-old female dwarf, but grunting gets boring after a while, and switching back and forth between the mountain climb and the construction of the schoolhouse didn't relieve the tedium. There was no real conflict--we knew Amy would reach the top, and we knew the schoolhouse would get built in time. In romance writer speak, the show had a sagging middle.
Especially dreary was Matt's constant prattle about how he was trying to please his wife with a surprise. Number one, he's used that line before to justify whatever he wants to do. Number two, it sounded like he was trying to soften the egomaniac image we all have of him. Amy also tried to polish up the family, casually mentioning that she has three kids in college now. Since Molly always took the academic high road, that must mean that Jeremy and Zack have finally gotten their heads together. Fio is happy for them, but she would have preferred a show with the old drama.
On to other dwarf news, Friend Paula told Fio that she's read that Jen and Bill have adopted a dwarf baby, just as Fio hoped. No sagging middle there.
Note to readers to rise early: This blog has been revised from an earlier version that was, unfortunately, edited last night when Fiorella's brain was fried.
Too bad. Matt, Amy, and Zachary (who practically ran up the mountain), were not enough to carry a one-hour show. Fiorella understands that climbing a mountain is tough, especially for a fifty-year-old female dwarf, but grunting gets boring after a while, and switching back and forth between the mountain climb and the construction of the schoolhouse didn't relieve the tedium. There was no real conflict--we knew Amy would reach the top, and we knew the schoolhouse would get built in time. In romance writer speak, the show had a sagging middle.
Especially dreary was Matt's constant prattle about how he was trying to please his wife with a surprise. Number one, he's used that line before to justify whatever he wants to do. Number two, it sounded like he was trying to soften the egomaniac image we all have of him. Amy also tried to polish up the family, casually mentioning that she has three kids in college now. Since Molly always took the academic high road, that must mean that Jeremy and Zack have finally gotten their heads together. Fio is happy for them, but she would have preferred a show with the old drama.
On to other dwarf news, Friend Paula told Fio that she's read that Jen and Bill have adopted a dwarf baby, just as Fio hoped. No sagging middle there.
Note to readers to rise early: This blog has been revised from an earlier version that was, unfortunately, edited last night when Fiorella's brain was fried.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Adoption
It only made sense that Fio and Husband should adopt. Fio grew up with the concept--Friend Ellen was adopted. Another girl in the neighborhood also was adopted. And now Older Son and his wife are planning to adopt. We just hope they can hit it as lucky with their child as we did with him.
In the meantime, Friend Ashley has emailed Fio two pictures of her darling newly-adopted baby girl. Blessings.
Years ago, Fiorella considered writing a poem about being an adoptive mother, but when she read this one, she realized Fleur Conkling Heyliger had already said it all:
In the meantime, Friend Ashley has emailed Fio two pictures of her darling newly-adopted baby girl. Blessings.
Years ago, Fiorella considered writing a poem about being an adoptive mother, but when she read this one, she realized Fleur Conkling Heyliger had already said it all:
Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn't grow under my heart,
But in it.
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn't grow under my heart,
But in it.
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