I am going to post in a blog instead of posting regularly. I seem to ramble and this is the best place to unload....maybe it will help. it certainly can't hurt....let's see....where to begin...

41 years old. adopted at 7 weeks, into a family of 4 boys. and a mother who lost a baby girl nine months to the day when they brought me home to still birth... I never connected. I was told very early of my adoption. The only memories I have of my early childhood are of me all alone. My adoptive mother finding solace in a vodka bottle.