A Conversation with Writer LORI JAKIELA
I was born in Roselia Home for Unwed Mothers in Pittsburgh, Pa. in the mid-1960s. The mid-1960s in the U.S. are called the "baby scoop" years. This was a time when unwed women were encouraged/coerced to give their children up for adoption. I was born with a defect--some things wrong with my legs--and so I remained in Roselia for a year until I was adopted. I like to joke I was a bargain-basement case, a blue-light special, a coupon kid. My parents who raised me were lovely, but considered too old to adopt a healthy baby, so in a way they were on sale, too. My mother was a nurse, and so we were a match--me with my bad legs, her with her medical skills and patience. All of this is to say I write about adoption a bit--what it's like to have essential gaps in a life, what it's like to come from a background grounded in loss and then gratitude. That sounds very sad-sacked, I know, but it's not necessarily sad. It's just something I'm interested in exploring in my work. I think that initial, primal experience has lead me to write a lot about family in general, and about how important it has been for me to find my own place in the world. I'm a mother, with two almost-grown children now. I write about them--with their permission and, mostly, blessing. My husband is a writer, too, and so our married life is totally fair game for both of us. Other subjects I'm interested in--friendship, health, genetics, womanhood in all its crazy-quilt forms--probably trace back to my origins, too. As for my thinking about the world, I'm very conscious of how everything is temporary in every way. I often quote E.B. White's Charlotte the Spider: "We're born. We live a while. We die." The terrible truth and humor of that. This is all probably something to unravel in therapy.