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Posts by Beth Kozan

Good Girl Grows Up

Good Girl Grows Up by Beth Kozan Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be? This was the Facebook meme tonight that triggered some memories … What made me (and a few others) … Continue reading

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Reviewing “Shar’s Story”

Reviewing Shar’s Story by Beth Kozan I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me when, in 1993, my supervisor told me she is a birth mother. Three times at that first adoption agency I worked for, I was told by a … Continue reading

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My Passion for Adoption

My Passion for Adoption by Beth Kozan After a 30-year career in adoptions, I was interviewed for a job to become the director of adoptions where I worked. I was asked if I wanted to go further up the chain … Continue reading

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Finding My Passion

Finding My Passion by Beth Kozan I have two professional passions in life: adoption and writing. How I found my passion for adoption is something I’m working on for another project. Finding my passion for writing started in high school. … Continue reading

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She searched for her birth family and found a surprise!

She searched for her birth family and found a surprise! by Beth Kozan In my 35-year career in adoption, I wore many hats. One hat was that of Confidential Intermediary. Michelle contacted the agency hoping to find her birth parents. … Continue reading

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Yenta Says “Wau!”

Yenta Says “Wau!” by Beth Kozan Our cat Yenta is almost 20 years old. She had been dropped off (we’re sure) at the Girls Program that was behind Catholic Social Services, where I worked. Though she was only a teenage … Continue reading

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The Gift of Pain

The Gift of Pain by Beth Kozan As soon as my feet hit the floor last Wednesday, I knew that something was different. An involuntary yelp left my lips as my left heel came down on the floor tiles. I … Continue reading

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