Adopted as an infant, and finding that out when I was roughly 8; my strange, long, and adverse journey began so early on. With very little information to go on; I’d spend years trying to define and understand myself. I’d spend years writing letters to Sally Jesse, and Rosie; then Ellen and Oprah. Someone HAD to be interested in how invested I was in finding my biological roots, right?! Wrong. Those pipe dreams, quickly turned to half-pipe dreams. Then to just ollie dreams. Aside from the skateboard reference, you probably all get it right? That exhausting perseverance of never being able to give up on something? If you don’t now, you will. Everyone has that drive for something. This was mine. At 32, on what I describe as a whim, a hail Mary, and last ditch effort; it happened. I found them. All by the grace of my grit, one tiny random Facebook group of only 400 adoptees in my state, and one angel of a woman miles away that just so happened to recognize my story and know my family personally. Now, some years later – I know more about myself, and where I come from & I have filled that hole in my soul. I’m no longer “self-made” on my island. Now I know my island made me, just as much as I made it.

““Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.” – Oscar Wilde”