My Adoption Story
Perhaps the biggest blessing of finding my birth father's family was finding out my grandmother, Marjorie Otto, was still alive. Not only alive, but thriving and eager to talk with me. Known as MomMom by the family, I say that meeting her was a blessing because she was
My Adoption Story
The more I open up about my personal experience trying to find my birth father, the more convinced I become that people talk about adoptee experiences from the wrong lens. There is an implicit bias toward the adoptive parent perspective that can, and often does, negate the experience of the
My Adoption Story
The day after I found out my birth father had passed away, I found myself on a phone call with his brother (my UNCLE!) for the first time. He asked a perfectly reasonable question given the situation, one that I had been wrestling with in some form for 25 years;
My Adoption Story
As I am working to build relationships with some of my birth father’s family, I have come to realize there is no blueprint for how to do this. Some in the family are quite comfortable with me being in their lives, others still wonder why I came around in
My Adoption Story
The day I found out he died started no differently than any other Monday. I started my day running into a meeting just a few minutes late because I wanted to make sure I walked my daughter into her classroom and we hardly ever got to school right on time.