I have a 23andMe DNA kit and I’m not afraid to use it! If you follow my blog or know me a little more than most—like the way one may “know” Nutella after eating half a container—then you’ll know that I am adopted. Orphaned, then adopted. I literally made it 40 years not knowingContinueContinue reading “DNA Part One: It Begins”
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Poem: No New Day
The days return familiar momentseyelashes point at paperno words can dance onflower faces openlook inside the windowfingers weave the story of usa braided rug used to cover the blemishOn my shoulder you perchsquawk as a chore, as a word to cross offYour kiss is a temporary tattooplaced onto my flesh with spit***
shannon p. laws 