Reflections of a Freaking Genius

It was a book I had when I was a kid.  "Are You My Mother?" was a story about a baby bird born while his Mother went to get food for the anticipated egg evacuation.  The baby bird struck out to find his Mother and everyone who he came across, animal or machine, he asked the same question.  Finally he is delivered  back to the nest by an unlikely source just in time for his Mother to return with a worm for him to eat.  All's well that ends well, right? There was a 27 year journey as I asked essentially the same question.  I needed to find out where I came from.  I needed to discover my roots.  It was a journey with highs and lows, but it culminated in the discovery of 10 amazing siblings.  As a result, I feel rich beyond comprehension. If I didn't state it in my last post, I will here.  I'm grateful for the wonderful upbringing I was granted.  I had two of the best parents anyone could want.  So many people told me as I was growing up how lucky I was that I was

It's been too long.  Way too long.  I'd say as far as professional bloggers are concerned, I'm an abysmal failure.  Not that I or anyone I know ever considered that I was a pro.  I'm not even sure I'd qualify for Triple A league blogger status.  Life gets so busy and chaotic, sometimes it leaves little time to even sit down and relax a bit. So here I am on a Sunday afternoon sitting in front of a blank blog page not wondering what I'm going to write, but I'm wondering where to start. I think the HUGE news to share would be my nearly 30 year search.  Some of you know that my twin brother and I were adopted at birth.  I was the smart and handsome older twin.  Mom and Dad adopted us through their doctor and we could not have hand picked better parents.  They were loving, they provided well, were supportive, and didn't drag us through a lot of the nightmares we hear about concerning children in the news.  Throughout my childhood and in my 20's I was ne