Greetings all! This blog will do nothing but attend to the work of finding my birth parents. Its a bit self-indulgent, I admit, but I wanted people who were also searching to watch, get tips and ideas about how a search happens. This blog will not only talk about the details, but will attempt to interrogate the emotional leaps and falls that will inevitably be a part of this process.
For those of you that are unaware – for folks who are adopted before 1991 in washington state – no matter how old you are – you cant access your real birth certificate. While I realize this is a sensitive issue for birth mothers who do not want to be found, I find it appaling that it is actually against the LAW for adults to know their origins.
I have always said one of the best things about my life is that i have the power to write my story in almost any way i wish. True – but lately things like this image – have been bothering me. Notice anything interesting about that? My feet are there . . . but there’s nothing in the family history sections. hmmmm
the forest is magic, but it
hides secrets of me
blank family history
Other things have come to my attention – the large number of Korean adoptees by whites in the US during the late 1960’s and early 70’s. And the current disgusting movements by well-meaning americans wanting to adopt those ‘poor’ kids from the tsunami – someone called the americans ‘vultures’. I agree.
why do I agree? when i seem like such a nice gurl? when i come from such a good family? didn’t i have a good life? Lets research that together.. shall we?
i look forward to our time together! :)