Adoption — from the birth parents perspective — Medium

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Some of my memories and thoughts on my adoption

By Mike Taylor One of the first memories I have is sitting on a park bench in Mercer County Park when I was about four. The only other memory I have of that day is riding the paddleboats in the lake they had there. For many years I had no idea why I remembered this so clearly (I will swear to this day the boat we were in was yellow) until one evening late while on vacation with Kristine, my biological mother, did I come to understand that this was in fact the first time I had ever met my mother.

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The story it has taken me twenty-six years to write…coming to you from Ireland, and finally, the…

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The story it has taken me twenty-six years to write (and after the last one, having to tell the…

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The story it has taken me twenty-six years to write (and, this morning, 2 lattes and reading an…

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The story it has taken me twenty-six years to write…

part eleven (for real this time, sorry for the misnumbering yesterday!)

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The story it has taken me twenty-six years to write, and this lovely glass of Malbec I have to hand

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The story it has taken me twenty six years to write…this part written on the day known as the day…

Authors note: while I mentioned this in a prior post (and I can't remember which one) today is the day known informally to us all as…

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The story it has taken me twenty six years to write (plus wine, tissues, vodka, a cheering section…

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