Having Been Adopted...

... and how I feel about it now, over 50 years later. Regardless of how I might have felt at the time, what I might have wanted or even what might have been better for me in the long run, my future appears to have been neatly arranged for me by complete strangers well before I was even born. Or was it?

Sunday, April 30, 2006

My mom and me - May 1953


This is one of my very favorite pictures...

I was nine months old.

3 Comments:

At June 30, 2006 11:20 PM, Anonymous Rebecca said...

I stumbled upon your blog. I want to tell you what a beautiful photo that is of you and your mom. You look so happy.

 
At July 15, 2006 5:26 PM, Blogger HeatherRainbow said...

((Deborah)) That is a beautiful picture. I look forward to reading more of your story.

 
At September 07, 2006 11:08 AM, Blogger Daughter of 2 women said...

Wonderful picture. When I found my birthmother I found out that my birthmother had died violently at the age of 25 years. Nineteen years after her death I grieved her death.

 

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