Subtitle:  Do I Matter? An Adoptee’s Perspective through Her Relationships

I learned of my own adoption shortly after my fifteenth birthday while growing up in the Middle East, and it came as a shock. Two weeks after my mother returned from attending her mother’s funeral in Germany, I had an important question for Mom. I had no idea that those irresistible urges to snoop inside of Mom’s jewelry box would jumpstart my journey of self-discovery. What I’d most recently discovered inside of the Syrian jewelry box was entirely different from the truth I’d known my entire young life. I noticed that the date inscribed on the inner band of Mom’s wedding band was 1962, two years after my birth in 1960. I thought it odd, then deduced that they’d simply married two years later and six months before my brother, Dennis, was born. I knew that I could handle anything thrown at me.

I caught Mom one day with my question: “Why does the date on your wedding ring read April 21, 1962?”

Her face paled.

“We wanted to wait until you turned eighteen.” Then came the bomb I wasn’t expecting: “Your father is not your biological father.”

A lump formed in my throat and my heart fell into my lap. My eyes stung. Shocked, I blurted out a string of questions: “What was his profession?…Did I look like him?…Did I get my lankiness from him?”

“Your biological father was never around, there is nothing else to discuss,” Mom quipped.

“What was his name?” I cut in.

“I don’t remember his name,” Mom said unyielding.

This made me want to know every detail.

I knew immediately from her stern response, that I was on my own. Several months later, I persisted.

“Mom, what was my biological father’s profession?”

“An architect, I think,” she said annoyed.

Throughout the course of my life, I posed the same question several times. On each separate occasion she simply responded with a different profession. I decided to hire a private detective. But then realized that I didn’t even know his name.

I’d turned into a nomad without identity.

My book guides you along an adoptee’s journey and nurtures love in order to help you overcome feelings of anger and betrayal.  carina-book-imageIn gratitude for having you here, you can sign up for my guide book,  3 Most Important Truths When Talking About Adoption. I encourage you to share it with others as well. >>Sign up here<<

Praise for

                                        3 Most Important Truths When Talking About Adoption 

“Carina! Thank you for sharing! I think what is most appealing about you and (for me) comes through in your writing is that you really, truly, speak from the heart. Especially from my perspective– being adopted, struggling with my own truths about my family and biological father, I know I can relate to much of your story. But even outside of that– reading your writing feels like a conversation, like I’ve known you for years– which is something I find to be one of the most important aspects of a writer. People want to feel connected and you have that grace that pulls your reader in and makes it intimate and comforting to read your story.”~ Nickcole W.

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Praise for

The Syrian Jewelry Box: A Daughter’s Journey for Truth

“Carina Burns has looked within herself, faced her demons, and developed the courage to share her journey of love, perceived betrayal, angst, and regenerative love. I first knew Carina before she learned of her adoption. She was a typical carefree teenager enjoying the ‘good life’ of a third-culture expatriate kid. Only recently have I reconnected with her. She has quite a story, a gift she shares with passion. Carina Burns is truly ‘becoming’ in every way imaginable.”~ Richard Maack, junior high school principal, Saudi Arabia



Carina’s memoir, The Syrian Jewelry Boxis a beautifully expressed story from an adopted child written in a manner which will help bring contentment and comfort to all adopted readers.”~ Anthony J. Zamarchi, Sr., Raytheon Middle East Systems

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Original Syrian Jewelry Box







Dennis, (2 ½) Mom & me (4 ½)—Two-week boat trip from Bremerhaven, Germany to America circa 1964.

Dennis, Mom & me


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