adoption stuff

         Having been adopted as a 5 1/2 wk old infant in March of 1965, I've always known that I had another family out there somewhere. I won't lie, I've had issues with it my entire life. Yes, I grew up in a loving, Christian home. Yes, I was treated as theirs and not some stranger. For those of you who know your biological roots, it would be close to impossible to understand how it feels to not know who you really are.

         It's beginning to look like a lot of my writing is centered around the issues I've had about having been placed for adoption, including my recently completed, first novel "Runaway Home: Chapter 1" . So I decided I'd better create a folder before it all begins to take over my port.

         Thank you for stopping by and taking a gander. For those of you reading this that have been adopted as well; if you come across something you can relate to, feel free to drop me an email. You'd be amazed at how therapeutic it can be to talk to someone who knows exactly what you're feeling. Heck, I've even been thinking of starting a group. Any ideas? Let me know!