Dear Friends and Family,
So let’s recap quickly:
Howard and Jeanne adopted me and loved me fully.



I loved them and didn’t dwell on the thought of my birth family.
However, I will cop to entertaining fantasies of being surprise royalty. You know, “Princess Diaries” style.
We were the only ones in Atlanta. Dad’s family was in Pennsylvania/New Jersey and Mom’s in Missouri. (This becomes important in the next installment.)
We visited each family roughly every other year. I read books in the back of the car and alternately wanted a sibling and was glad I didn’t have one.
I grew up. Went to college. Graduated. Worked in journalism. Got the letter. Put the letter away. Started dating Eddie. Got married. Had kids. Searched their faces for any scrap of me. Found very little. (Eddie’s genes are strong.)
But sometimes it was there.


My parents were always there. Rock solid.
But they didn’t take care of themselves. Their health declined. Mom passed in 2009, Dad in 2017.
For Christmas 2017, Eddie got me the best gift ever — a gift that keeps on giving.
It was an Ancestry DNA kit.
I swabbed and sent.
The results came back in the middle of a family tragedy. It was a much-needed bright spot to find a second cousin (Laura) with genealogy as a hobby.
I sent her that letter.

Not only did Laura know who my mother was, but she was going to see her the following month. I learned I had a half brother and sister.
So that was … a lot.
Laura met up with Kathleen and gave her photos of me and my family, along with my contact information.
For her it was … a lot.
Time passed as we both adjusted to the idea.
On this exact day (New Year’s Eve) in 2019, I decided my New Year’s resolution would be to write to my birth mother. I used my good stationery and employed my best handwriting. Sent it off once the holidays died down.
A few days later — Jan. 15, 2020 to be exact — I got a call from a Missouri number I didn’t recognize. I didn’t answer it for three reasons:
- I don’t answer calls from numbers I don’t know.
- I hate to talk on the phone.
- I was serving as Secretary in a Brookhaven Chamber of Commerce meeting.
I let it go to voice mail. Then I took a look at the transcript (Visual Voice Mail).
"Hi Beth, this is Kathy, your birth mother ..."
You know that falling scene in “Vertigo?” Yeah.
Scary!
But it was also exciting.
I called back (because of course I did). We set up a time to talk properly.
And that brings us to Part 3 of this journey.
Until next time …
XO,
Beth