Dana Ozak

Not easy to write about. The confession of a former teenage wrist cutter.

This was not easy to write about today. But I felt like I had to get the first draft of it added to my memoir. The boy who bullied me did apologize and I did see him at my class reunion. I forgave him but …

Original Birth Certificates (OBC)

My need to have access to my original birth certificate started when I was about ten years old. There was a bully in my class at school who didn’t believe I was adopted. He demanded proof. I don’t know why it was important to me …

So much has happened since the last time I posted!

So much has happened that I don’t where to begin. I guess I should go back to August 25th of 2021 when I finally met my sweet maternal half sister and her husband in person when we took a road trip to Denver Colorado. Juliana …

My argument for open adoptions

One week away from my 47th birthday and while I’m not really bitter about how my biological handled my adoption, I still wish it could have been an open one. I feel like I was shortchanged as far as my biological half-brothers and my biological …

The two year anniversary of the first time I met my biological father in person.

It’s still surreal to think about how nervous I was the first time I met Jay and his wife Diane in person. I worried how our conversation over dinner would flow. I hoped they would like my husband and son. I wondered if he would …

Birthday for son and Blog Post.

Nineteen years ago today, my son P.J. was born. Twenty-two hours of labor but it was all worth it once I held that little baby with a ton of dark hair and huge dark eyes. I can’t believe he’s on the verge of not being …

Thinking of my friend’s little girl and praying for her.

I’m not usually at a loss for words when it comes to writing. But since Monday, I have been. I wanted to write this post then. Instead, I went downstairs and painted a lot of blue hearts for an awesome little girl who just lost …

First Meeting with my youngest brother and first excerpt I’m sharing in a blog post.

An excerpt from the first meeting with my youngest brother.