I Am Grateful To Be Adopted And Yet Adoption Is Still Traumatic
As I grew older, we moved into progressively larger houses, my Christmas presents were more costly, and the private university I attended expensive. My parents remained married, and there was never any kind of neglect. (If anything, as a child of the helicopter-parenting generation and an Italian-American mother who didn’t work, I wanted less attention… but that’s another essay.) My life was so peaceable growing up that being adopted was the only adversity I could think of to write my college essay about....