The Lies That Made Me: The Invention of Belonging.

  • The false address

    I remember the night clearly. The bar was quiet at last, chairs stacked, floors still damp…

  • Intermediate

    By the time I reached intermediate, I already knew I was different. Being adopted had always…

  • The Play date

    I cannot recall a time when I didn’t know I was adopted. The knowledge was always…

  • Musical beginnings

    From as far back as I can remember, music wasn’t just something I heard—it was the…

  • Toys and the orange car

    I can’t remember my first lie. Not because it didn’t matter, but because it felt normal.…