Here is a little sneak peek from my book.

Chapter 1: In the beginning there was birth, and then there was life

I was born December 20th, 1974 at the Mobile Infirmary in Alabama without a name, without an identity. I do not know what kind of day it was, I do not know what time I was born, nor do I know how long I stayed at the Infirmary before going to a hospital in Mississippi; to await a family I did not know yet to take me to a place that would become my home. Very old records reveal that the nurses called me “Susan” and thankfully they kept a small journal regarding my 6 week stay. Sadly, they wrote that I was not a very happy baby. I cried a lot and was not soothed easily. I may have had colic or maybe I was missing the warm touch of a mother and father. I have to believe that that being born into a state of chaos can cause discontent even in a baby who does not seem to know what is going on around them. However, it seemed the nurses took very good care of me, gave me some stability, and it wasn’t long until that warm touch came not only from a mother and father but from a brother as well! I may not have been born with a name or an identity but I was born with a purpose; I was adopted.