Why does wisdom often begin with sorrow? Why is it that knowing the truth is a requirement for those seeking solace for their grief? Like the parents at Sandy Hook Elementary or the students at Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School, Lorraine Dusky has learned the hard way. When you lose a loved one, nothing ever erases the pain. The only consolation is in knowing you have fought for change and made a difference.
In this memoir, a courageous woman who moved heaven and earth to find the daughter she couldn’t raise examines questions that lie at the heart of surrendering a child. What are the long-term effects of adoption? What questions do adoptees have about their origins? What are the roadblocks to reunion, both legal and emotional? Why do adoptees need and deserve to know the details of their heritage?
Intimate and revelatory, this is the life journey of a trailblazer in the adoption reform movement. Dusky is a journalist who has covered rock concerts, space launches, and the changing role of women in the workplace. Now, in this wry and engaging memoir, she uses her investigative skills to examine the personal costs and social history of adoption.
Grand Canyon Press is proud to introduce this page-turning memoir to a new generation of readers. In it you will meet her hardworking Polish family, read of the economic challenges faced by her beloved father, and learn about her determination to become a reporter.
Even more than that, readers will learn that there is a high cost to family separation, a cost that is borne not just by mothers who lose their babies to adoption, but by the grandparents and cousins and, most especially, by the children themselves. Eventually, these children grow up. Many urgently need health histories and face legal roadblocks when they seek information about their origins. Some undertake DNA searches in order to find their long-lost relatives.
But even happy reunions have a shadow side. Amid the joy, there is unfamiliarity and pain.
The author and her daughter on Jane’s first visit to Sag Harbor, NY, Spring, 1982.Jane and the author in Sag Harbor, Summer, 1982.Jane and the author in the 1990s.
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The New Year is now upon us, and book fans are preparing for all of the wonderful books they intend to read in 2021. If you consider yourself a reading connoisseur, you may notice that your favorite books are starting to pile up. Designing your own home library is a great way to keep them stored in an organized, creative way. Before you start planning your very own private library at home, it’s important to know how to store your books to keep them looking their best. Read on for some inspirational ideas for DIY book storage and how you can give your books the care they deserve.
Newspaper history is full of myths, “viral” stories, and tall tales. Folklore and journalism are often close cousins, especially the colorful “yellow journalism” that sold outright lies to rake in subscriptions. In the annals of Hoosier and American journalism, one persistent, tantalizing tale continues to baffle the sleuths at the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations.
Who wrote the famous slogan “Go west, young man, and grow up with the country”? It’s one of the great catch phrases of Manifest Destiny, an exhortation that echoes deep in the soul of Americans long after the closing of the frontier. But when you try to pin down where it came from, it’s suddenly like holding a fistful of water (slight variation on Clint Eastwood theme) or uncovering the genesis of an ancient religious text — especially since nobody has ever found the exact phrase in the writings of either of the men who might have authored it.
Few places inspire more awe than the view of Yosemite Valley from Glacier Point. The Scotsman, John Muir, fell in love with the rugged beauty of the landscape and through his writing and political activism convinced lawmakers to preserve Yosemite Valley and much of the surrounding country.
“Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.” –John Muir in a letter to his wife Louie in July 1888
John Muir has inspired Yosemite’s travelers to see under the surface through his poetic imagery: “Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine into trees.” Muir, who came to California seeking the solitude of nature, decided to stay—dabbling as a glaciologist, a wilderness activist, and a writer who published persuasive ecological articles with a quill made from a golden eagle feather found on Yosemite’s Mount Hoffmann.
Fort Ross, located just north of San Francisco and the “Russian River,” was the site of the Russian-American Trading Company. The wooden fort, with its onion dome chapel, still stands.
Fort Ross, once shown on maps as “Fort Russe”, is a remnant of the Russian effort to build a thriving fur industry. This southernmost settlement of the Russian empire was supposed to grow wheat that could be shipped north to Sitka. A secondary goal was to provide an additional source of pelts after the population had been decimated by overharvesting of squirrels, sea lions, otters, and foxes.
At Horseshoe Bend, the Colorado River takes a dramatic turn. (Photo by Omer Salom on Unsplash)
Imagine being the first person to go down the Colorado River and explore the Grand Canyon. That feat was accomplished by John Wesley Powell, a one-armed, former Civil War general. This article by New Mexico author Rich Holzin first appeared in The Daily Kos.
For those who are interested in late 19th Century Western history, today begins an abridged account of one of America’s most outstanding explorers of the Colorado Plateau’s canyon country, and with the proviso a man who certainly was ensnarled with allegations of duplicity given his role in his surveys of the canyon country defined by the Green and Colorado rivers. I am not a typical Powell biographer in the sense I defend the man’s character by turning a blind eye to the charges that were later levied against him by some of his 1869 crew members and the public who, some of them, felt betrayed by his writings. Still, I rise to his defense in some ways, while acknowledging, as he did in his later years, some rather glaring mistakes that he made.