My nephew had been adopted at birth and happily raised on a Midwest farm. But his unknown roots tugged at him. When he launched the search for his biological parents as a young adult, he learned they hadn’t stayed together, and his father had died. His mother? Not a trace of her.
Chew on these seasoned bits to give you humor in the hassle. Beauty in brokenness. Quiet in the fray.
JOIN ME ~ I’ll send brief, occasional posts with the hope they lighten your backpack. We're on this journey together.
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