Moving from a Name to a Voice
With me sitting alongside him, my husband called every male name on the list. Every time he dialed, I held my breath until someone answered. Every time no one answered or the voice on the other end...
View ArticleAn Uncle Found
Hazel had given us Marty’s name. (See that story HERE.) It was sudden and unexpected. At first, she had nothing to offer, but after a bit of time on the phone with my husband, Hazel came through....
View ArticleTears and Retrievers
Marty did tell the truth. He did call his sister. Oh, to have been a fly on the wall to hear him begin that conversation! Was he abrupt and to the point; soft and shy? As he’d told us, when his little...
View ArticleHide or Seek
Of course, we didn’t talk about retrievers. In fact, that first conversation with my birth mom may have been the only time they were mentioned. The initial shock of having found her, and so quickly,...
View ArticleAunt Bea She Ain’t!
The only pictures she sent were about twenty years old; my first clue that she was just as afraid of my opinion of her as I was of her opinion of me. I had a long-time fantasy she would look and act...
View ArticleExpanding Horizons – Meeting Family
In “Aunt Bea, She Ain’t,” I quickly came to the realization that my birthmother was not exactly the kind of woman I had envisioned most of my life. I also learned that this didn’t matter a single iota....
View ArticleExpanding Horizons~Part 2
Later, we gathered for a while in my birth mother, Vi’s, home. It was a lovely old home she was renovating, with a front porch on both stories, built on land that rolled slightly. Definitely the kind...
View ArticleHow to Handle the Naysayers
Ladies and gentlemen, if you plan a search, or have yet to reunite physically with birth family, do this: Wear your armor of faith and wear wisdom like a cloak. Don’t go in without these. This sort of...
View ArticleBonus Siblings!
First and foremost, let me say this: I was blessed with wonderful siblings! I’m not talking about my natural siblings, I’m talking about my adoptive siblings. We were six in all, with the last four of...
View ArticleLittle Sister, Penny
My mind was a blank slate regarding my birth siblings. Born of the same mother, as far as I knew our resemblance would end there. Before we met, my half-sister, Penny and I began to correspond. Her...
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