Merry Christmas from The Murphys…

Merry Christmas!  The hustle and bustle of the holidays is here in full swing. I decided to remove some of the things off my list that take time, money and stress away from it all....that includes mailing out cards. So, I'll use the gift of gab and love of writing and internet this year! Quick…

Meet Kasey…

Sometimes we need to be attacked by words to see a new light. I had commented on a Facebook group on how I felt about adoption. Because I am a birth mother and an adoptive mother I have positive feelings towards it. The response I got was from adult adoptees - they were angry that…

Grateful….

I always feel reflective and somewhat emotional on my birthday....I think it is because I slow down enough - if just for a day - to reflect, take time for me and think about the past year. By emotional I don't mean all in a tizzy because I am turning a year older. Age does…

Faith AND freedom…

When I think of God, I think of this wonderful spirit that watches over me, guides me, gives me my amazing gifts to share, sets moral guidelines in which to live by and be a decent human being. God has carved out my life story and I need to trust it and have faith that…

Advice to Graduates…

Graduation season is in full swing! This year not only did my daughter graduate, but many other kids I have know since elementary school. Our kids have grow up together, played together and whose parents are good friends of mine. As I sign cards, insert money or wrap gifts...I wanted to include something personal -…

The beach…

  It's funny how a few days of warm sunshine, fresh salty air and sounds of the ocean can really close all those open tabs in your head. It slows your mind down and makes you aware of things that matter and things that need attention. My daughter Liv loves the ocean, the sand in…

Your Mother’s Secret…

A young girl finds herself pregnant. The year could be anywhere between 1940's-1970's. She is unmarried. She is scared. If her parents know, she is sent away to a home for unwed mothers...a home filled with strangers. A home run by nuns. A home filled with other pregnant girls. No support of family. But sent…