Perhaps I’m a naturally “uncurious” person. But since I belong to my parents, I can’t imagine going to look for another mother, or what place this person could possibly hold in my life. Of course I realize a birth mother wouldn’t be “another mother”, and yet how do you define a relationship with someone who has given you life biologically, and at the same time given you nothing of the life you know now. I have never felt the need to look for this person to help define who I am. My identity, I feel, is largely formed in how … Continue reading →