Adoptees have the right to know their family history. It took me decades to learn my story, and I thanks to DNA testing, I eventually discovered the truth of my past.
1968 was the second to the last Christmas I shared with my brother. Harvey was 14 years my senior, and in 1970, he died from complications of muscular dystrophy. We were both adopted at birth - from separate birth families. I came into the family around the same time Harvey was transitioning into his wheelchair. … Continue reading Remembering Christmas with my Brother