Defending and Explaining in the Same Breath
The letter I wrote to my new bio sister was brief, simple and sincere. I knew I was the innocent outcome of a decision made by…
The letter I wrote to my new bio sister was brief, simple and sincere. I knew I was the innocent outcome of a decision made by…
It was September 15, 2016. Eighteen months since I discovered my Dad wasn’t my Dad. I still hadn’t told anyone my secret, not even my husband. I…
In 1926, Mrs. G. J. Wilkins of Atlanta Georgia wrote to the Office of Indian Affairs, “My great-grandfather on my father’s side was a full-blooded Indian with…
Week 2 Challenge: Favorite Photo I haven’t looked at photos of my Dad in a very long time. But as I was looking for a photo for…