I began to take form in my mother's womb some time late 1978. she, who feared doctors and anything that went along with them, kept herself in denial of the pregnancy until it was too late to have a choice in the matter. she knew she could not raise me on her meager salary. she was barely affording to keep herself alive living in a rundown, roach-infested apartment complex. i was concieved out of her being too tired to argue when she came home to find her drunk ex waiting on her front step. she did not love him and could not see spending the rest of her life with him.

she pre-arranged the adoption through friends that she would only later question her trust in. i was to be raised by a married couple in a small town in Illinois. the due date came and went. it wasn't until a month later that my mother began labor. in a hospital bed in northwest arkansas, my mother was bleeding profusely, passing in and out of consciousness, and then i finally arrived. they told her it was best that she didn't see. years later she would still remember a small tiny foot dangling out of a blanket as they carried me away. they brought in the papers immediately, not giving time for recovery or thought, and gave her the name to put down on the birth certificate.

We were reunited in March of 1999 after a long search via the internet.

I grew up in a small town outside of St.Louis,and was raised by Catholic parents. I was always one who stood out in a crowd (at least in small towns) and never really fit into any category or box though others and myself would try for many years.

to find a lost loved one of your own go to my adoption links page.
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