It took me almost 51 years to finally write my book. Of course, for most of this time I was a child still in school, young adult who had joined the military, later married raising a family, divorced and remarried with another family. In 2002, my youngest son, from my second marriage, who was serving in the National Guard was missing. The Army told me he had committed suicide and I knew it was not the truth and go into more details in my book, and was in shock for many years. Finally, in 2010, I knew it was time to write about my adoption, the search for my sister and the search into the details of the death of Ricky.
After three months of crying, but focused, in November, 2010, I finished my book, Skeletons in the Closet, was finished. November, 11, 1980 is the birthdate of Ricky and it was appropriate that my book would be published during November.
One of my desires to to get my book out in the public as a vehicle to propose into law a Adult Adoptee Reform, whereby Adoptees, when they turn 18 years of age, are able to request, just like any other U.S. Citizen, and receive their ORIGINAL Birth Certificate. I would like to tear down the barriers of an archaic and cruel law that, in most of the United States will not allow adoptees to have access to their original birth certificates and other information surrounding their adoption.
I hope that my book will bring healing to many and through their healing I will also be healed.