Weekly Newsletter

Good morning, Trench Sisters!

I hope you engaged in re-reading Katie and Amelia’s stories about toxic parents. Did you visit the forums to jump in the conversation there, too?

This week we dive back into the trench of adoption, as we hear from mother and daughter, Barb and Katie, who share about Katie choosing adoption for her firstborn. We will also be hearing from Diana, as she shares life with her adoptive black son. If you are an adopting parent, a child of adoption, or are curious about adoption, be sure to join the adoption forum conversation.

VOLUNTEER OPPORTUNITY

We are looking for a social media director! We would like to work with someone who is knowledgeable and enthusiastic about all social media platforms, someone who is creative as well as thoughtful when interacting with online communities and building relationships. If this sounds like you, submit your contact information on the Volunteer page!

UPCOMING EVENTS

Head to our Facebook page to watch the live video that Britni and I did while I was visiting her and her family in Arizona. Upcoming events get publicized in this newsletter, on social media (links below), and on the Events page of the website.

Jen G.
Founder, Stories from the Trenches
www.storiesfromthetrenches.org



Jen's Journal

I survived my plane trips! I will admit I had a couple moments, but overall, I put on my headphones, listened to music, pulled out my latest summer reading romance novel, and relaxed. The trip was definitely worth pushing through my anxiety. Check out our social media pages for pictures from this awesome trip.


Recent Stories

Lost in a Sea of Distrust

“Her mom doesn’t like her.”

I was not prepared for my daughter’s words as they came from the backseat of the car while I was taking my niece home.

“Why does your mom not like you?” my niece asked.

That conversation confirmed this new stage of grief. My own mother doesn’t like me and never will.

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Beginning to Believe

There’s a racquetball lodged firmly in my throat. My eyelids are burning, and the back of my head feels cold and heavy, like an icy hand is pushing my gaze toward the ground. A plastic device shaped a bit like a bean and roughly the size of a car-key remote is buzzing intermittently in my left hand; I’m holding its vibrating twin in my right. The muscles along the backside of my left leg are in full-blown spasm—I have never experienced anything like this before. I open my eyes and express my concern about these twitchy muscles to a slight brunette sitting a couple feet away. The beans stop jumping for a while, and she explains what’s happening.

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