Each of us has a book inside of us and a story to tell. If I ever say we should be thankful I don’t mean we should be thankful just because we were adopted, and we should not be thankful just because society expects us to feel that way. The word “grateful” has become twisted… Continue reading We Must Always Be Thankful
I was born and adopted in Indiana. When I turned eighteen I considered myself an adult. I could buy a pack of cigarettes.I could vote for the President.I could buy a gun. When I turned twenty-one I could go to a bar.I could order a drink.I could get drunk.But I was never allowed to inquire… Continue reading Infant is my name
This is a miraculous moment with my extended family, most of whom I met for the first time when this was taken in 1995. After searching for 20 years, I found that my birthmother had already died. However, I found wonderful siblings and blood relatives. My wife Carmen is behind me. Brother Ken is sitting… Continue reading End of Search is Beginning of Another
Like the upstairs attic of childhood, I used the downstairs for dreaming also. I thought about my past, my birthmother, and my origins. I never looked like anybody. I never felt connected to anybody. Yet, I never felt completely alone. Maybe that was because Mom told me God was always with me. I wondered what… Continue reading Where Am I Going?
The fear of the adventure almost became too great for me. Mom was not prepared when I told her my decision. I really do not think she could understand why anyone would want to seek answers to such questions if they had wonderful adoptive parents. I decided that maybe a personal letter would be a… Continue reading The Amulet
I can almost wrap my mind around the Big Bang. For whatever reason, there was a terrific explosion. I hear it was a totally silent experience because there was no atmosphere to create sound. I can grasp that also. Debris and gasses formed everything we now see, including us. So far, so good. But what… Continue reading Five minutes before the Big Bang
I always knew I was adopted. That was never a secret. Mom used to call me her little adopted angel. I felt special because I was chosen. Dad told me that they picked me out from a large room filled with cribs of babies. After seeing me in the middle of the room, he said,… Continue reading Primal Beginnings (From Adopted Like Me)