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Tag Archives: real family
return
I returned to Bulgaria for the first time as an adult when I was twenty. I’d visited once before – on a family vacation to the Black Sea with my mom, dad, and brother when I was ten. This time, … Continue reading
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Tagged Bulgaria, real family, return, transnational adoption, transracial adoption
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what’s in a name?
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about labels lately. The way that labels we identify with, or the names that we get “labeled” can either be a source of pride or something to prove/disprove. As a student of social work, I … Continue reading
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