Got an email from a woman who just found out her father wasn't really her father. All these years, she's been lied to. She's a working professional who's now working through the emotional fall out. The fact that she reached out to me, a person who stood in similar shoes ten years ago, moved me. The fact that my project has stagnated to a halt, embarrassed me. Was it the initial rejection or laziness?

I met my birth family eight years ago. Eight months ago my birth father, riddled with cancer but indomitable as ever, moved in with me. He hung on till February. Last week, I cruised to Alaska with my birth mom and half-siblings. Why in the hell can't I write this?