At the age of 30, my wife pregnant with our first child, my mother shared with me life-altering news. It was an enormous secret she'd been keeping for over 30 years...

The revelation of my adoption sent me spiraling through a world of emotions. Was I still who I believed myself to be? Had my entire life really been a lie? How could she have kept this secret, especially when honesty was such a huge value in my upbringing? Now what?

It was this news, shared one rainy evening, that lead to my search for answers - a search, that like the truth coming out, would take 30 years.


R.J. Redmond

I was raised by my mother and grandmother on a small farm in rural central Virginia, where I attended grade school in a tiny four-room school house. While my childhood lacked many material goods, I loved life in the country. As a teenager, for reasons I still question, my mother moved us to the suburbs of Washington, D.C. There, I finished high school, attended college, met the love of my life and raised two daughters. I retired from a career with the federal government and continue to call the D.C. area home. 

Still, I'll always hold a special place in my heart for our small farmhouse, that tiny one-room school and the Virginia country life. You know how the saying goes... "you can take the boy out of the country..."