I was given up for adoption in 1968 with nearly the same amount of secrecy that is used to protect the nuclear launch codes around the identity of the individuals involved. Although I always knew I was adopted, I also knew that the likelihood of my finding my biological parents was pretty much zero, so I never bothered to ask, let alone actually search. Then, some passing comments made by my daughter’s pediatrician while I was having a meltdown in…..
