~ PART 1 ~
Home is Where the Heart Is, An Adoption Story
Family Lines and Blood Ties
PRELUDE - THE OCTAGON IS ME
Everybody has a valuable story. I was never too focused on mine being much more valuable than anyone else’s; When I chose to look for my biological father ...
I. LINEAGE - FROM THE BEGINNING
I’ve been wanting, for as long as I can remember, to write a memoir penning the life and journey of a fostered adopted child grown into an independent self reliant ...
II. BEFORE IT ALL BEGAN
Words and a safe space to speak to a child once without a voice is like honey to bees, but I am not the very beginning, not at all. Don’s life proceeded the adventure of my biological great grandfather Hewitt …
III. MY BIRTH FATHER’S EARLY CHILDHOOD
“The first thing that happened was when I was about seven years old is I didn’t like how I felt and was on the search for anything that would improve the way I felt. By age five ...”
IV. MY BIRTH MOTHER MARYLOU THE FINE ARTIST, AND FROM WHERE SHE CAME
All the way across town on the ‘finer’ side of life lived a young pretty woman with high desires to become an interior designer. Her name was Mary Lou. With fine art as her ...
V. I AM MY OWN COUNTRY
For people who have relationships with their blood family it’s a given and a gift that they get to see who they look like, what traits, characteristics, and talents they may have inherited. But as someone who was in foster care ...
VI. CONCEPTION, CAMI BABY
“The sun had just set on a Friday night in early May ... after getting as high as we all could, we jumped into my brother Jimmy’s dark green pontiac and raced down ...
VII. YOU COULD OF BEEN MY FAMILY
The prison in my mind has guarded memories chaining my heart from the terrors that is truth for as long as I can remember, only it’s the likes of you that remind me. You may not like this chapter …
POSTSCRIPT - HOMELESS, THE WAR; ADDICTION ONE CRISIS
Currently LA's homeless count shows 66,433 people now live on the streets in shelters and in vehicles in the county; homelessness, a personal tragedy affecting those who cannot afford ...
~ PART 2 ~
Home is Where the Heart Is, A Biological Reunion Story
My Birth Father and Me
PROLOGUE - PAWNS DON’T GO BACKWARDS
“I’m just trying to blue print my beliefs so people don’t misunderstand me so much” D. Logsdon
I. BELT OF TOOLS (FOR THE HOUSE OF SANE)
By now I’d been through so much... this new chapter would eventually turn into the most amazing moments of my life.
This was when I learned for the first time, that my birth father …
II. MEETING MY BIRTH FATHER
He pointed to a sleeping man on the ground; his belongings scattered about; a partially broken tent over his head and he said “Here you go: this is Don, your biological father ...”
III. SUPPORTING MY HABIT
"If anyone were to read my Olson files and learnt about all the things I done in my life, they’d think to themselves no wonder this guy sticks to himself, who in their right mind would wanna hang around with him ..."
IV. I'LL BE YOUR HEROIN(E)
Since I came to arrive at this stage in life with a special skill set to handle Don's challenges it seemed the perfect time to put those past experiences and tools to the test. But I was never out to save anybody ...
V. JOURNEY OF TOGETHERNESS
... there were so many adventures that unfolded each day as the hours together increased, but there was one in particular that seemed a pivotal turning point that led Don towards a new step forward …
From the moment of my birth father’s release from jail, we began doing as many memorable activities together as I could think of. We started with …
VII. HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS
Over the course of four more years as our personal dynamic got closer allowing one another the space to be ourselves and forming an even stronger bond as a team, Don and I began to grow our partnership outward to offer …
EPILOGUE - FOSTER A FUTURE; AN ADOPTION CONSTELLATION
AFTERWARD - THE LETTERS AND SALUTATIONS
~ PART 1 ~
PRELUDE - THE OCTAGON IS ME
Everybody has a valuable story.
I was never too focused on mine being much more valuable than anyone else’s; When I chose to look for my biological father ...