I’m not given to big displays of anything. I’m much more at home chronicling or supporting the big displays of others.
If fact, in this dog-eat-dog world, I am a mouse.
Occasionally, however, I get up on my hind legs to be counted. Today was one of those days.
(drum roll please)
Those of you who read this blog know I am searching for my birth mother. It took me a long time to admit how much it all meant to me to know, and an even longer time to work up the gumption to start my search.
I’ve been fortunate to add some key details to my birth date of Feb. 15, 1966:
Her name: Patricia Clark
The name she gave me: Jennifer Elaine Clark
And that she was St. Faith’s Home for Unwed Mothers in Tarrytown, NY, and baptized me at Christ Church next door.
I’m grateful for these tidbits — so much more than I knew a few years ago. But it’s not enough.
I need the whole story — why and how and where and when. I need to know where I fit in, why I am the way I am, and what my future might hold (and not just about the white hair and hot flashes).
Today I turned to the world’s largest social network to give my search a much-needed boost. I created https://www.facebook.com/isopatriciaclark and ask you to consider liking it and sharing it.
Maybe, just maybe, Patricia is at the other end of the fiberoptic connection I’m using to type this.