Telling my Brothers and Sisters
After my mother died, I didn’t have to keep my DNA discovery secret from my brothers and sisters any longer. The thought of telling them they were…
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Being Good or Being Perfect?
The other day, I listened to a podcast about *NPEs. The woman being interviewed said she started her own podcast to take away her mom’s shame. This…
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Telling the Girls
I knew that eventually, I had to tell our girls about my DNA discovery. This was about their DNA, too. I had made the decision not…
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The Acceptance of Not Learning More
I wish I could tell you that now that the ice was broken with Mom about who my biological father was, that she opened up and shared…
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Mom and Dad’s marriage
I don’t remember my parents being married or acting like a married couple. But I didn’t understand they were divorced, either. No one told me, thinking I…
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The little shopping cart
In 1996, I was a full-time stay-at-home Mom to our three young daughters, all under 6. I turned 31 years old that year. Fred and I were…