“Adoption—what do you remember most about your childhood?”

“Separation from my biological roots and foster family encouraged visions of my birth mother inspired by obscure memories, mystical dreams, and childhood fantasies.” —Judith Land

My youth was spent quietly wondering and longing for something intangible that I perceived was missing in my life. Everything that had ever happened to me lingered in my imagination, and after I found out I was adopted I wondered why my mother gave me up for adoption. Wondering where I came from was important to me. Knowing that I was adopted was a complex issue that affected my thinking as a child.

Family connections are educational and inspirational and helpful for knowing one’s true potential.

Over time I gradually acquired the habit of scanning the faces of strangers searching for others with physical features similar to my own hoping to find a connection. I became highly observant of other families in my neighborhood and naturally gravitated toward surrogate parents I considered to be most similar to my imaginary biological family. I was shaken knowing that I was adopted but my sense of optimism and hope that my life would turn out all right in the end were unwavering.


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About Judith Land

Judith Land lives in Colorado and Arizona with husband and coauthor Martin Land. Judith is a former nurse, retail shop owner, college instructor and avid outdoor person. Her book "Adoption Detective: Memoir of an Adopted Child" is a true story detailing the journey of Judith Romano, foster child and adoptee, as she discovers fragments of her background, and then sets out to solve the mystery as an adult. She has reached readers in 192 countries. "Mothers and fathers everywhere in the world need to understand that children are forever and always." --Judith Land
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