Within the white support system I grew up in, one thing still eluded me. Home. Some may think home is where the heart is. Home is where your family is. Home is where you make it. I can appreciate these intangible definitions, because I firmly believe that the notion of home is much more than a building with roof and an address. Yet, when I think of home as a transracial adoptee, I still feel incomplete… Continue reading The Transracial Adoptee Experience – First Entry