This week’s teaser is:
"Once a pond a time…"
This week’s teaser is:
~a personal blog~
Writing and snapshots
Weekly Writing Prompt Challenge
Author of "Tao of Thoreau"
(the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
lines that aim to be
Stories, poems and thoughts. What else is me
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
A group of poets and poetry readers.
Le fotografie inaspettate di Luigi Bacco
Creative Life of Today's Youthful Senior Citizen
Travel, Discover, Enjoy!
Exploring the World of Fiction
reflections, ponderings, daydreams, musings
A blog to inspire the insecure writer in all of us
The musings of a curious mind
Oh, the twisted stories to come.
Since so many other online writers have blogs dedicated to their writings, I’ve decided to jump onto the bandwagon. All posts published here will be either fiction or poetry, some new, and some previously published on various places on the Internet. Some of my works are conventional, and some are quirky. All fiction posted here, except for fan fiction, will include the letters "rose" somewhere, as a tribute to my Baba.
Ups and down everyday, let us make dailyliving normal.
Or not, depending on my mood
One thought on “FSS #2- Who We Are”
Natalie was very comforting to her friend. That was pleasant reading. Somehow, though, while finding out my parents weren’t my birth parents would make me wonder about a lot of thing… imagining a lineage of American white supremacy (or whatever brand of uber-alles) wouldn’t cross my mind (unless I had solid specifics or noticeable subtext delivered by the informing [adoptive] parent(s) already). I do, actually, feel significant identity from being associated with the heritage of my dad’s and my mom’s families. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t teeter in a panic. (I take the good with the bad as it is — for instance having learned recently that my mom’s dad’s family had a Union soldier and my mom’s mom’s family had a “confederate” fighter — and would be realistic for the most part regardless of what came up.) I do think I would be disappointed to be told my dad wasn’t my dad, mainly because of the added implications about my mother (which wouldn’t mean a whole lot anyway if I didn’t already know things about her originating from after I was born); it wouldn’t be about me per se. Yet, I would rethink things generally.