Family
As I said in earlier posts I started to do family research after my mother passed away last year. I’m thinking I’ve also bitched and moaned about my family not being so super exciting as one would have hope for. Except for being a distant cousin of the
Family
Once upon a time, my photos hung on giant billboards in down town Brussels. Now, my phone pings at 2 a.m. with volleyball selfies from co-workers I’ve never met. This is the strange reality of my “day job,” and why I dream daily about trading it in
Family
Family secrets don’t announce themselves. They hide in summer houses, in old passenger lists, in DNA results that take forever to arrive. Mine even hides behind a possible link to Kate Winslet. And this is where my search begins.