Do You Know Your Real Mom?

As an adoptee, my family is complicated.  In Season 1, you met the family who raised me, my adoptive family, while hearing the story of how I reunited with my biological mother's family to scatter her ashes after her passing.  Less than a year later, my birthfather also passed, leading me to tell you the other side of my story.  Join this intricate puzzle of nature and nurture to learn how my adoptive journey has impacted my l...

At last the day had arrived for me to join my biological brother Jonathan and family in putting my birthmother, Belle, to rest.  I wasn't sure what all to expect, or how I would feel as we spent the day surrounded by family, some of whom would not know who I was, some of whom I had met once almost 25 years before on my first visit to Louisiana and all of them mourning the loss of the person who had given me life, even while kn...

Have you ever heard someone say that they are a classic first born?  Or the baby of the family?  People my age recall Jan Brady's frustrations with being the middle child... Do only children display unique characteristics?  Where do you fall in your family's birth order?
My answer is complicated, but I got to experience a different role than I typically fill spending the day on the lake with my brother Jonathan and hi...

You know that feeling when you meet someone and you know you were always meant to be in each other's lives, even though time and distance kept you apart?  Or recognized a piece of yourself in someone that was so familiar it was startling?  Maybe not, but that's what it was like reuniting with my biological brother, Jonathan, as I journeyed to join him in spreading the ashes of my birthmother, Belle.  Today was finally the...

The slogan for New Orleans is "Laissez les bon temp rouler" meaning "let the good times roll".  Thanks to my biological brother, Jonathan, our day was spent maximizing our opportunity to experience the food, culture and history of the city.  I had no idea how deeply I would connect with people who had survived a different natural disaster than I have.  Unbeknownst to us, a little bit of Louisiana magic was alrea...

Leaving my kids on the 1st day of school, traveling nearly 5,000 miles over 6 days, visiting sites built in the late 1700s, Bourbon Street, benignets, Voodoo, Sazeracs, poking alligators, family reunited, pontoon boats, epic food, spreading ashes and peace.  My trip to Louisiana had it all and more.  Getting to know the state my biological family loves while traveling closer to them every day, knowing our visit would culminate in p...

My mom is a talented quilter.  You're not still wondering which mom, are you?  Sometimes I feel like a quilt... Lots of pieces of me that have come together in an unexpected way to make something unique.  Traveling to Louisiana nearly 25 years ago to meet my biological family for the first time helped my gather more fabric to add to my quilt.  Listen to hear more about that trip and how it will compare to my upcoming trip to a...

Identity is complex.  I think we become who we are through a mishmash of genetics, relationships and experiences.  For me- growing up with a closed adoption meant that I knew there were more pieces to the puzzle than I currently had.  Hearing from my birthmother, Belle, and my biological brother, Jonathan, for the first time was starting to help me discover some of the missing pieces.  Years later, going through the fire forced me ...