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Author Debra Shiveley Welch was born in Columbus, Ohio and has lived in the Greater Columbus area all of her life. She now resides in Ohio with her husband, Mark, and their adopted son, Christopher, also a published author.
A third generation poet, Debra has been writing since age nine. In her early twenties she had her own column in the Baltimore Eagle Gazette. Later, she worked as editor for several newsletters, including as development editor for The Parent Connection for The League Against Child Abuse.

“The defining moment in my life was the day that I became a mother, and our attorney placed my son in my arms. I drew him to me, breathed him in, memorizing his unique scent, imprinting his essence into my very being. It brought me full circle. I knew that this was a very special calling in my life, to be with this soul, and to share my life with this child. To this day, I revel in his unique perfume.”

Written while waiting to pick up her son from pre-school, A Very Special Child was born. Debra wanted to tell the story in a spiritual way, and in such a manner that would make a child proud to be adopted. She also felt that it was important to reinforce the fact that he or she was loved from the very beginning. These feelings, therefore, were her muse and A Very Special Child sprang from her heart, virtually complete with the first writing.

Debra is the author of three books: Son of My Soul – The Adoption of Christopher," released during November, National Adoption Month, in 2007 and a Best Seller on Amazon within the first week of its release, A Very Special Child," a Best Sellers in English at Amazon Japan, and Jesus Gandhi Oma Mae Adams," Debra’s first novel, co-authored with Linda Lee Greene, an AuthorsDen Best Sellers at Amazon. Christopher Bullfrog Catcher, written by her son at eleven-years-of-age, and scribed by Debra, who wrote its introduction, will soon be followed by his second book Just Chris, an autobiography documenting his memories of growing up with a deformity, his fight to overcome several learning differences, his delight in being adopted, and his incredible love for the lake on which he was raised. All are available at www.sagabooks.net .

Currently Debra is writing Christopher’s Family Table, co-authored with her son, Christopher, a companion cook book to The Adoption of Christopher, Cedar Woman, a romance recounting the adventurous life of a Lakota Sioux holy woman, and a thriller, Heads Are Gonna Roll, an ambitious tale weaving English history, reincarnation and murder.
www.debrashiveleywelch.net


Photo "Misty Lake" by Debra Shiveley Welch ©2006

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Other adoptive parents, authors, any one who likes people.

Here are my friends Philippe and Maryse of Belgium, their children, and some pictures of my husband, my son and me. Philippe and I became pen pals when I was 15 and he was 17, around 1967. Recently, Philippe found me again, and introduced me to his sweet, charming wife Maryse. Philippe is like a brother, and Maryse has become as a sister to me. I hope to meet them some day.

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Voici mes amis Philippe et Maryse de Belgique, leurs enfants ainsi que quelques images de mon mari, mon fils et moi. Vers 1967, Philippe et moi sommes devenus correspondants lorsque j'avais 15 ans et qu'il en avait 17.
Récemment, Philippe m'a retrouvée et m'a présentée à sa douce et charmante épouse Maryse. Philippe est comme un frère et Maryse est devenue ma soeur de coeur. Je souhaite les rencontrer un jour.

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Hear Me

Hear me, four quarters of the world – a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth. Give me the eyes to see, and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only, can I face the winds. Great Spirit...all over the earth the faces of living things are all alike. With tenderness have these come up out of the ground. Look upon these faces of children without number, and with children in their arms, that they may face the winds, and walk the good road to the day of quiet. This is my prayer. Hear me!

Black Elk


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Entends-moi
Entends-moi, aux quatre coins du monde - je suis un parent ! Donne-moi la force de marcher sur la terre légère. Donne-moi les yeux pour voir, et la force pour comprendre que je peux être comme toi. Rien qu'avec ta puissance, je peux faire face aux vents. Le grand esprit… Tout autour de la terre les visages des vivants sont tous pareils. Avec tendresse, ils sont sortis du sol.. Voyez ces visages d' enfants tous égaux, et avec des enfants dans leurs bras, pouvant faire face aux vents, et marcher sereinement sur la bonne route. C'est ma prière. Entends-moi !

Black Elk

My Blog

Charter Schools Must Survive!

Governor Strickland,   With your proposal of Sub. H.B. 1, you have lost my vote.  I was waiting to see if you were listening to your fellow citizens, but you held that rally Friday and I realiz...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 16:53:00 GMT

Today You Are Seventeen

Seventeen years have passed since you, my sweet boy, were born.  The time has flown by much too fast and I sometimes wish I could relive this time with you, the happiest 17 years of my life.You have b...
Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 06:50:00 GMT

Learning Differences

"Your son is incapable of learning."[1] I sat for a minute, looking at the counselor who had requested the meeting, trying to decide if I had heard her correctly.  I felt my left hand press agai...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 19:44:00 GMT

Today You Are Sixteen

Another birthday dawns, and I awaken to the sounds of ducks peeping and quacking, birds singing and splashing water. I stretch and rise, eager for the day: your special day  your birthday! I dress an...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 09:01:00 GMT

Today I Want to Write About the Courage of the Human Spirit

Right now I want to write about the courage of the human spirit. In particular, the spirit locked within the adolescent breast of my thirteen-year-old son. Right now I want to write about his witness...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 07:49:00 GMT

National Adoption Month

Since its 1976 proclamation as National Adoption Month in Massachusetts,[1] November has remained a part of our National tradition as a time to celebrate the gift of love. A little over fifteen years ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 05:11:00 GMT

The Haunted House

She sat back,Crouching in the wood -This still, dark houseThat saw no good.Sat there waitingIn a misty shroud,Beneath a cold moonAnd black, stormy clouds. Her inhabitants filled the nightWith desperat...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 14:04:00 GMT

To Christopher

        I fill the paper with the breathings of my heart  as I sit at my computer, fingers flying across the keys, the tap tap tap a soothing sound, adding to the sa...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 14:15:00 GMT

My Cathedral

Strands of hair dance about my face as a sweet, cooling breeze washes over me.  I breathe in the scent of water, fish, ducks, geese, new mown grass and impending rain.  It is a green day.&nb...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 17:13:00 GMT

Mama Kisses

Chapter Twenty Nine Mama Kisses Mama kisses are magical.  Neither washing, nor wiping nor rubbing, can remove them.   They remain where they were planted on the day your mother k...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 12:20:00 GMT