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My life!

Life goes on, ya know? It doesn't care if you're sick or tired or depressed. Once again, not to bury the lead. Meet my grandchild, Morgan. Biological sex is to be revealed upon birth which is predicted around Thanksgiving Day.... Continue Reading →

Adopto-Family

We had to drop my daughter off at Detroit Metro. I like Detroit Metro (DTW). It is easy getting in and out, being immediately off the freeway. There were no big crowds and it was modern, open and clean. In... Continue Reading →

BioFamily Reunion

Back to Angola, Indiana... Daughter, wife and I flew from LAX to Chicago Midway and then took a rental car across to Angola where the family reunion was.  It took 3 hours to drive across to a motel I'd rented... Continue Reading →

Family

I've been putting this off. It is too emotionally intense and there is so much I want to say, so I'm tackling this in bites. I hope some of my readers don't mind a bit of soap opera. This is... Continue Reading →

Sunshine Blogger Award

I got tagged. Actually, I've been tagged a couple of times in the distant past and didn't think I was interesting enough to respond.  I don't think of myself as sunny or particularly bright so responding to this has me... Continue Reading →

Aspie Life – Revised

What the hell am I? I am a Martian. I look around at these strange alien people. Their customs are a mystery to me. Their behavior defies logic. They speak and write but their most important communication is encrypted. They... Continue Reading →

Don’t Mess With Grandpa

I'm getting older. There is far more sand in the bottom of my hourglass than the top. I don't need a calendar to tell me this. I know it in my body.

Another day, another death in the family.

I am about to bury my mother-in-law. She was just over a hundred years old. I knew her for longer than I knew my adoptive mother, who died at 55. I have buried many people. My biological mother died a... Continue Reading →

The discovery of my new family.

I was adopted long ago, when I was 3 months old. At the time in Michigan, the adoption process is conducted with secrecy comparable to the Manhattan Project. I suspect the FBI might be able to crack the secrecy but… Continue Reading →

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