My sister Stephanie and I traveled to Arkansas to explore my birth father Steve’s old stomping grounds and meet family.
Beautiful, green, quiet, peaceful and rural – those words came to mind as I took in the scenery on the drive from the Clinton National Airport to Logan County, a small county in western Arkansas. I looked out the windows and saw acres of flat farmland, grazing cows, bales of hay, stands of tall trees and hilly curving ribbons of two-lane roads. That landscape repeated itself many times. Car horns, alarms and the rumble of vehicles don’t seem to exist in this serene place. Continue reading “Adoptee Learns About Birth Father, Meets Cousins”