Openness – L. G. Iyer

Musings: Openness In Adoption

I walk around the house mid-morning, my eyes scanning for things to put away or trash. I am tired of

Each November adoptionland is rife with op-eds, hashtags, conferences, panels and social media blitzes by all members of the triad.

My daughter, all of nine and I are standing, facing each other. I hold a tube of cucumber face pack

It is dusk, the clouds have been gathering in force all through the day, threatening rain. I am in my

I park and zip my rather loose fleece jacket as I step out the driver’s seat. I open the passenger

“Amma, can we please let Snowflake free?” Ammu pleads with me, still sleepy-eyed at 6:30 AM in the morning. “After

I sat at my desk browsing for gifts, ears keenly attuned to the sounds from the adjoining family room. I’d

It is late morning. Ammu and Pattu are out the door, on their way to the bus-stop. Saathi is getting

I am Indian and American, they say proudly when we talk about either country. I wonder if I should correct