Growing up, holidays usually meant just dinner for the three of us: my mom, dad and me. I would sit dutifully at the table for the required timeframe before scurrying off to one of my friend’s houses ...

You could say I grew up not knowing who I was. I knew that I’d been born in an Indianapolis hospital in 1968, and that my parents had adopted me when I was 10 days old. That was it. I didn’t know who ...