I was born 2/6/61 and adopted out. Just now, finding my roots, from my blood family, my adoptive family, and my own family and extended family. Look what happens when you find your DNA, opens up a whole new world.

Adoption in the 60's was brutal, for the birth mothers, and by extension, the baby. Not every adoptive home was safe, not every adoptive home was rainbows and unicorns. I've lived a good life, but it could have been so much better knowing what I know now.

I'm enjoying hunting out families, putting stories together, finding out truths. Please, message me if you think you might be 'one of mine' by blood, marriage or extension.